Tom Stearns @tomstearns@octodon.social

Here's a really really cold beach. No, like _really_ cold. OK, not Arctic cold, but pretty cold.

Pretty sure she was just hanging out waiting for a cab or something.

"Shannon," formerly fire breather then dominatrix on Bourbon Street, now writes poems for tourists. She's the tall one; her friend is in her seat.

"Why yes, I do vape, now that you ask."

Oh no now I'm posting Mardi Gras beads on razor wire like some kind of tourist which if course I was. Somebody stop me. But I still haven't seized the day.

This dog has seen some shit.

NOLA last month. I wanted to tell them to adopt me. Or come to my house and get a good hot meal. They sang beautifully.

This was like impromptu Shakespeare in at midnight in NOLA.

Huge pine cone.

I have too much to do and I'm not good with stress and I need sleep but I didn't accomplish enough. So I'm going to post a couple more photos before bed.

Here's my cat's paw. He has 7 toes on each hand. He's very sick right now so this pic makes me misty-eyed.

OK here's my kid a while back. The skating rink hand stamp was missing the "Y" so we just went with it.

Why did I take this? What is it? I don't remember. I love it.