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.