You can’t expect everyone to know what it’s like.
You can’t expect everyone to know what it’s like.
We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight.
Lets see those baby blues.
If you have been doing something with your merlot other than recreating the big bang, you’ve been wasting time I think.
Yousuf Karsh anyone? This is my attempt at imitating one of the worlds foremost photographers.
Scraped knees
Down
Beryllium
Bombay Hook Wildlife Refuge, one of several of my more popular pictures I will be re-imagining in black and white.
Four days out.
Reality is what refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.
You are constitutionally incapable of not shuttingthefuckup.
I saw death rising from the earth, from the ground itself, in one blue field.
Sinew stretched on the butchers block…
ThisDudeSaysYo’WUT?
