Looking south into Washington Square Park the sky seemed much more omnious with an infrared filter strapped to the front. (although a couple of hours later i got totally soaked)

For some reason all of north beach was deserted Sunday morning… it may have been the fact that daylight savings went into effect in the middle of the night. Either way – it didn’t prevent the guys at the pizza joint from rocking Ween. Loudly. I was the only other person in there except for some guy and his 4 year old. That kid’s going to hear 12 Golden Country Greats sometime later in life and wonder why it sounds so familar. Then he’s going to drink a bottle of whiskey and forget who he is for 8 hours.