FISHEYE: Pockets of low resistance
Without getting into a debate about how they you might spell them, the things my Slavic friends and I made and stuffed with various goodness we called perogies, and upon them soon laid dollops of sour cream and crispy bacon, eating them until our bellies hurt.
Our regular photo of the day (potd) feature from Fish Griwkowsky is a visual diary and memoir of his life in and out of the city.
