dorkin' around

As Curtis and I dorked around Sugar House this afternoon, we couldn't help but snap some pics. The too-blue sky and wonderful, old signs drew me like a moth to the flame ... except I didn't meet my crispy death. Wishing the weather were like this year-round. Almost too warm for my wide-knit, crocheted sweater yet too cool for Curt's wide-knit, crocheted Speedo. Just kidding. Wanted to keep you on your toes.