new years eve and after.

no times square for us this year.
we avoided the craziness.
they might be giants in concert,
sing with me now:
"Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it . . .
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul"

and then, we went to central park, and stood under the fireworks.








jason sudik, my roommate.
amy thigpen, the greatest girl in the world, oklahoma, architecture school.
me.
jason gibbs, architecture for humanity, the silent photographer.
kate, my fabulous friend, why, because she's fabulous.
zach, kate's man, mit, golfing technology.

photos courtesy kate (oh, and some guy none of us knew.)
thanks, kate.