Nareshe: part of the group
Nareshe: do you think I'm saxy?
Nareshe: ssssh, don't look now...
Nareshe: Death Cab!
Nareshe: why? Why won't it work?
Nareshe: standing up against the wind
Nareshe: February 17th: cross and change
Nareshe: throwie report card!
Nareshe: aftermath of art
Nareshe: danger
Nareshe: upthrust
Nareshe: empty
Nareshe: no, wait, let's go over here instead.
Nareshe: balance
Nareshe: on the outside
Nareshe: fetish
Nareshe: hazard
Nareshe: perfect Seattle winter weather
Nareshe: How meta is this?
Nareshe: I don't have many pictures of Graham when he doesn't have his face up against a camera.
Nareshe: Her shadow tells the time.
Nareshe: Hi, Queen Anne!
Nareshe: toy boat
Nareshe: rusted tangle
Nareshe: Ship Canal; Aurora Bridge
Nareshe: zigzag hill