well, as of yesterday, i can no longer say, "i've never broken into a private, abandoned park to take
pictures of a headless angel statue only to be trapped in a squalid and abhorrent bog." meanwhile,
ryan is standing by a tree bitching up a storm because the mud, aka "sewage," has penetrated his toes
and is slowly but surely eating away at his sandals. so after our exit of the park (we had to jump a wall
- it wasn't a fence, it was a short wall), we walked a block back to the car barefoot, but not before i took
pictures of our feet - surely a sight neither of us will ever want to forget.
