Wednesday, April 12, 2017
How’s it going?
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
— Unopened box of girl scout cookies we found on the street
Monday, April 10, 2017
A little pot of people.
— Charlotte on the 3 sisters sitting on an ottoman for a photo
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Yo Bingo, we out.
— Lily as one chicken to another chicken
Saturday, April 8, 2017
And what about these trucks? What do they do when no one is using them? What do they think about? Do they have families? Do they like the riverside?
— Lily singing while driving
Friday, April 7, 2017
I didn’t even know they were real! I just thought they were the thing on the quarters… If you kill one you get arrested. And they’re the mascot of our country. And I saw one.
— Lily on bald eagles
Thursday, April 6, 2017
I’ve been going sandwich crazy.
— Lily on trying every sandwich from Joe’s
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Talas book supplies.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
A Ben Denzer shirt.
Monday, April 3, 2017
That sounds like a nice day.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Thank you for bringing joy to the world.
— Woman on the street referring to 100 popsicles on top of a book
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Maybe about twelve inches. But most of it’s beak.
— Gabriel Willow on the American woodcock (also known as the Timberdoodle)
Friday, March 31, 2017
I don’t want to make two of anything, that’s why I don’t make socks.
— Manuel Cuevas, “This Country Music Tailor Is Known As ‘The Rhinestone Rembrandt’,” NPR
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Am I being too idealistic here?
— Lily on the phone with her dad
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Too much time spent on nothin'
— “When I Grow Up,” First Aid Kit
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
It’s like a giant living room.
— Vicky on her Ford Expedition rental car
Monday, March 27, 2017
You know what’s so nice, you can make a banana any temperature you want.
— Lily on bananas
Sunday, March 26, 2017
They must poop so well.
— Lily jealous of birds
Saturday, March 25, 2017
I would scoop up all the snow and freeze it and once a week take out a clump of it and let it melt.
— Lily on what she would do if she owned a gallery in Chelsea
Friday, March 24, 2017
The Squirrel Hunter depicts an impeccably outfitted hunter and his prey, hiding at upper right. The pastime was popular around Pippin’s home in Pennsylvania, and the self-taught artist likely devised the image to attract well-heeled collectors keen for pictures of everyday life in Chester County.
— Museum label for “The Squirrel Hunter,” 1940 by Horace Pippin. American, 1888-1946.