Es ist deutsch in Kaltland.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
I have no words for how cute she is.
Irgendwann zwischen jetzt und damals.
Now that there is enough snow to look fun on pictures, I'm afraid that's all you'll see here for the time being.
A cage went in search of a bird.
In the end it is not so much the amount of snow, but rather that Harvard Square generally does not come without people.
Infinity is a dark place.
I really like this.
Playing around with spices for a change - for Alex's currently-being-born-food-blog.
Sanders Theatre & Gérard de Nerval, in an admittedly odd combination.
It's never too late to go wrong.
Cold and deserted beach. Part 248.
Perfectly sappy lines provided by The Antlers, which just had to be in there, if only because they did not have to be in there at all.
Bucket list item.
The fear of being found.