Oink.

Had the best day with these little critters. Followed by this:

There are pastures surrounding every direction I look. Rows and rows and rows of raspberries. The sunset on one side, and on the other... the pale, cool colors reflecting off of Baker. It's warm enough to sleep with the window open. It's quiet, except for the cows and the crickets. Days like today remind me how extraordinary life is. A good day of sunburn. The sweetest company. And 40 little piglets. I'd pick this over anything. 

Zillah

Sunrise, sunrise... looks like morning in your eyes.

beautiful sis.

Curtain.

The creepiest critter I've ever seen in my life.

I don't think he liked me much either.

 Home sweet home.

 Low tide sunset.

Tribal seeds.

 Warehouse day at work. 

 Flashback.

Haircut. 

Couple randoms over the last week or two. 

A time or two, or three... in life you think the hard part is the "talking out of", but I think letting yourself into something, is a whole lot harder. Eventually shutting the door seems to become natural, almost expected, and the opening becomes the challenge.

Lately I've been feeling abnormally, and unfortunately, callused.













PS. Who is your instinct, and why is that betch always right?

It's a beaut Clark.

"whatever happens; til I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again..."

little dark girl with kind eyes.

I will remember the kisses. Our lips raw with love. 
And how you gave me everything you had. 
And how I offered you what was left of me. 
And I will remember your small room. 
The feel of you. The light in the window. 

Your records. Your books. 
Our morning coffee. Our noons, our nights. 
Our bodies spilled together. Sleeping. 
The tiny flowing currents. Immediate, and forever. 
Your leg, my leg. Your arm, my arm. 
Your smile, and the warmth of you, who made me laugh again. 

sus.