December 13, 2012
I went out to take a picture of the house all lit up, and as usual, the mistakes are more interesting than what I was trying to do on purpose.

I went out to take a picture of the house all lit up, and as usual, the mistakes are more interesting than what I was trying to do on purpose.

December 4, 2012
Trudging toward solstice.
I watch the squirrels clamber around, gorging on the berries. As they pick the tree clean, they have to venture out onto ever smaller branches, and they struggle to maintain their grip and balance.

Trudging toward solstice.

I watch the squirrels clamber around, gorging on the berries. As they pick the tree clean, they have to venture out onto ever smaller branches, and they struggle to maintain their grip and balance.

October 31, 2012

October 25, 2012
Do you ever feel like a plastic bagUp in the fucking treeToo high to get it down 

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Up in the fucking tree
Too high to get it down 

December 6, 2011
Gray, under and over gray, with unexplained scorch marks.

Gray, under and over gray, with unexplained scorch marks.

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