A buddy and I went to the Walker this morning. It was finally warm enough to be outside for more than 20 seconds, so we walked through the park. Sunshine!
Get that thing lit, Mark.
I don't know if the sculpture garden is better in the summer or the winter. Art in the snow? That's pretty rad.
Angel, in an appropriate place.
Mayslacks, which I walked past on my journey home, and their cheeky signage.
At Grumpy's, three old men were sitting just INSIDE the door, with the door cracked, smoking cigarettes. Close enough, gentlemen.
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