Gonna go outside, get some smoker's lung.

Smoke monster's back. There's a bridge over there, can you see it?

NO YOU CANNOT BECAUSE SMOKE. None of my pictures are capturing how apocyptically orange the sun is right now.

 

Anyway. The good face painters were at the Jazz Festival this evening. I love this picture because Eleanor looks like a curious little dragonette with those eyebrows. 

Girlfriend knows how to commit to a face paint. 

What's up, Geneva, how's your pancake, whyyyyy will you not sit down while you eat. 

Smoke monster, don't care.