Hope y’all don’t mind a couple of rooftop snaps.

My corner of Brooklyn.

A month’s passed since I’ve moved into my little summer sublet. I’m only here for three and a half months, but it feels like I’ve carved out a permanent space for myself in this Williamsburg room.

Late summer bounty.

Remnants of August.

Light-leaky tomatoes.

My room with a view.

Denim and wildflowers.

That day I decided to save the last bit of summer between the creases of shopping bag.

It felt like fall and summer and college.

Ukuleleing her way into fall.