Little lake next to my apartment.
Some more shots of the Angel Oak.
Tíos holding me as a baby.
My tío David (RIP) and my tío Jesse holding me when I was a baby. Taken sometime in 1993. My grandma sent me this the other day and I’m sad that I’ll never get to meet my tío David. He died of AIDS related complications before I turned 2. I wonder what he would think of the world as it …