This is blurry, but worth documenting. Walking up the steps to the train, I looked over and happened to see a flash of white.
Eggs! Or, at least one egg. The past few weeks, I had all but given up, as I hadn’t really seen this bird anywhere at all. But it looks like she’s back, and tending her brood.
First time we met.
How her eggs fared.
Last time I saw her.
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
