The old carbon press.

Headlights

Thousand Trails

Modern World Average

One Saturday Morning

Road Sky

Sunday

Glowing in the garden

Rolling Up The Mountain

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The Flower Lady

This is Myrtle, the lady who owns the flower house, a house I have been obsessed with for years (the entire sidewalk and porch is covered with fake flowers and it stays that way year around.) I met her by chance today and got to see the inside of her house when I helped her carry shopping bags, which she was lugging around in the sweltering heat. She lives right up from downtown and walks down to the thrift stores all the time. Her ENTIRE house is covered in fake flowers, stuffed animals, figurines, vases, pictures, statues, etc.

It is the most awesomely interesting house I have ever seen. She is 83 and has lived there for 15 years.
Of course she has flowers in the built-in vase on her VW Bug dashboard.

Sunsets, food, and graffiti

Coastal, part 2

Coastal

Sometimes you get to a place where you just look around and remember how this is a planet, with a mystical atmosphere that protects us and shines and darkens and interacts with elements of earth, presenting us daily with a grand theater. And on the other side of it's massive layers, lies the incomprehensibly collasal span of eternity. or a thimble full of solid matter. But here we are.
There is always something bigger.