Three instants of life in Brooklyn.

Fresh cream.
So thick you can spread it with a knife, we pour this on porridge most mornings. Thank you, Amish cows.

Lentil Soup with Sausage and Garlic Oil, my medicine against the nights when everything freezes to the sidewalks.

My arch-nemesis on Saturday mornings. It's like someone sitting on our building bouncing their leg. And playing the harmonica. Someday there will be homes across the street, but for now, we track the number of windows that have eaten their drywall from the crane, and are finally lit.

Good night, quiet streets.