Brassai

At the end of the day, I just want to make it home in one piece, kiss Jess, maybe grab her hand and find a taco and a coffee, pick up some mixings for dinner before heading home to sit out on the porch with the kids, talking about what each of us experienced and what we learned during the day. The chit chat while we all draw easily pushes back dinner time if we start laughing.


I don’t know how other people find the time to sink themselves into large projects afterwork. I get off at 3:30 and hope to find bed at 8:30, but someone  always seems to find me before I make it all the way. No complaints… 


I’m Dreaming of Brassai.

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