Late lunch on the first real day of spring.
Working later than I would want to on things I would rather never work on at all.
Sad places unless you're high.
The usual view.Trying Hi again.
That's no moonpie that's a space station.
I can happily ignore the tourist trappiness of this place.
We realized a bit too late this was a restaurant full of couples.
Jack's a good storyteller.
Rolling fog in the distance. Heading to square.
My shuttle stop. Pretty good bench, pretty good tree.
One of Fuki's chefs shows off a knife by bisecting a snapper's head.