The holidays came and went in what seemed like a brief hallucination filled with mountains, snow, food, and one particularly rough evening with red wine. I managed to escape from my fur slave labor in Astoria into the suburbs of West Jordan Utah, to spend Christmas with the family.
Our Christmas Tree in Brooklyn.
New Kitchen, New Dog. Noonoo is his name.
Winter Wonderland, 9" of snow on Christmas day.
Le Nouveau Warehouse
Adam with Long Hair, mon petit frere.
Smoggy SLC from the Airport
Yes, all of that is her hair.
Anne Frank, waiting for the kill, back in Brooklyn.