Photo by myself on Fourth Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
The graffiti, roll down doors and cars in desperate need of a wash. Home sweet home.
It's surprising that parts of Park Slope look this scruffy. Not all of it is filled with gentrified brownstones.
Coming back to the grind from sunny California and daily walks on the beach was not easy. It was a wonderful reunion though, with our little dog, Rupert.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
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