Bluejake

Two days to go until I break for the left coast. I have my stuff packed, my cameras stowed, and my books picked out. It occurs to me that this will be the longest I've left New York City since my ill-fated Paris excursion in the summer of 1999. It's pretty exciting, and I'm surprised by how relaxed I feel. Maybe the butterflies don't kick in until the week before the wedding- or maybe they'll never kick in. [Unrelated: J0sh spotted a picture of a beautiful tag I caught in 1992 on a graffiti site. Talk about can control!]

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