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Had a relaxing morning and afternoon thanks to a canceled appointment. Crazy how my grandma’s been tending to her garden we’ve had in our backyard for years, and today was really the first time I stopped and listened (watched) her tend to each one. She basically makes her own combination cactus plants. Has about 30 or so in our backyard and frontyard. She’s the first one to rise and the last one to sleep. But every morning, if she’s not cooking something delicious in the kitchen, you can find her walking around or sitting on the steps in the backyard giving daily TLC to her plants. More later.
Used to hand me a piece of candy
Picked me up each time I fell
If I get to Heaven I’ll look for
Sunday morning brunch is what I live for with my family.
Pops’ vintage sweatshirt from NYC & Jordan’s Supras.
My bruffa, Mister Jordan Abapo.
Jordan shooting me shooting him.
Sylvia’s pup has completely stolen my heart.
I met Kinda back in November while she was helping Robert move into his home. She started asking me how long I had been visiting the area and I told her it was where my grandma used to live. We got to talking and it turns out she’s been living right around the corner from my grandma’s house for years. She knows all the people who used to live in each home, and says she even used to see me as a little kid, walking in the front yard.
It’s bizarre - the history of an area - how people come and go, some in passing, but never once meeting. And then through a chance encounter, you realize you both have probably walked the same street, driven down the same block, but never once collided until now.
Kinda asked me what I took pictures of, I told her whatever was around me. She mentioned that there was a little market right down the street that had great tacos, so I went there to pick up food for the afternoon.
My dachshund, Rocky. Everybody says the same thing about their dogs, but Rocky seems to think his only reason for existence is to sit on your lap. He’s the most lovable dog I’ve ever had and it’s kind of nice knowing he’s always going to be your number-one fan.
Beverly Hills, California.
I usually picture cigarette butts wedged in between the cracks of my shoe, cleavage, carpet, and cigar breath whenever I think of Vegas - But this last quick trip to LV proved otherwise. All the action most people see happens at eye level. The slot machines, intoxicated people (myself maybe included), and general noise. Look up, look under, sideways - and you start noticing other things.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
12/29 - 12/31