Van Gogh's Starry Night Painted on Water

The 2nd Day of Creation

The 2nd Day of Creation by M.C. Escher

Woke up this morning to a leaking water heater. It's always something.

Fort Point v.1

Ben and I have recently started going to Fort Point/Crissy Field on the weekends. We walk around, watch the doggies playing on the beach and make up little stories about what the dogs are saying/thinking. "You'll never catch me, losers! Wait, catch me!" Or, "Throw the ball, throw it, c'mon, throw the ball, omg throoooowwwww it." Or "This water is so much colder than I expected. I regret all my life choices!" I wonder whether people hear us and think we're insane.We just miss having a dog, you judgmental jerks. Dang.