Picture of the Day

I enjoy walking these lived-in streets. The quality of discarded furniture is high and blowing trash just disappears into the sky. Cats abide. The signs. Philly's directness is refreshing. I grew up east coast and after 23 years in Seattle I'm still not adjusted to the mealy-mouthed equivocating that passes for social discourse. I'll take perceived rudeness over the passive/aggressive posturing that ultimately manifests inhumane policies masked by a veneer of compassion and empathy. Take it from me: Bullshit is motherfucking deadly.