The future grabs my throat and lets me know it's alright.

I promise someday soon I'll get another real camera. Which hopefully won't fall prey to the ongoing less-than-a-year Liz Camera Curse. Until then, deal with the blurry.




Mags and Small Town in the sun on the train.



Chinese restalrant.



Small Town and Mags under the lanterns in Chinatown.



Proof it's spring.




And finally, the stuff good Sunday mornings are made of.