I do adore the @parkerandotis BLT June 13, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr I do adore the @parkerandotis BLT
I think I’ve ordered enough of these by now to officially declare that the 1243 is my jam. June 7, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr I think I’ve ordered enough of these by now to officially declare that the 1243 is my jam.
“It’s perfectly clear right now.” June 7, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr “It’s perfectly clear right now.”
I thought I knew this record, but I didn’t know until Discogs told me that Bundy Brown and John McEntire apparently played on it. I was definitely not a close follower of the Chicago scene in the early-mid 90s. June 3, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr I thought I knew this record, but I didn’t know until Discogs told me that Bundy Brown and John McEntire apparently played on it. I was definitely not a close follower of the Chicago scene in the early-mid 90s.
It’s always slightly weird to encounter one of these ridonkulous irises out in the woods when almost nothing else is blooming. May 29, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr It’s always slightly weird to encounter one of these ridonkulous irises out in the woods when almost nothing else is blooming.
If your restaurant bathroom foyer doesn’t look like this, what are you even doing? May 29, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr If your restaurant bathroom foyer doesn’t look like this, what are you even doing?
Walking downhill to the coffee shop in Asheville, you pass three big brick Victorians on a hill, all behind construction fencing. Can only assume they’re destined to be replaced by something like the building in the background. Which, if it were replacing a parking lot or a gas station or whatever, I would love. But. May 27, 2023 rossgradyinstagram, photographyLeave a comment so long, tumblr Walking downhill to the coffee shop in Asheville, you pass three big brick Victorians on a hill, all behind construction fencing. Can only assume they’re destined to be replaced by something like the building in the background. Which, if it were replacing a parking lot or a gas station or whatever, I would love. But.