be still my heart.

three bear cubs rescued by a nice lady with a ladder.

spotted.

in williamsburg.

one for the roof, please.

Now that summer has finally arrived after a very April-like June, my thoughts have turned to water. In my book, there’s nothing like a dip in the ocean but when that’s not a possibility there’s almost always a pool somewhere nearby. But what about when that’s not the case? I was mulling this over last week when my friend, Steve Macdonald of Ramblin’ Worker, dropped me a line to tell me about some pool parties he had heard about in Brooklyn that he thought I might be interested in checking out. (link)

aw.

ceeeeeyute!