Rowing to Newell dock, spring break training in March of 2002. The Mystic was iced in, so we made the journey to our old stomping ground on the Charles.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.
