“This must be what heaven looks like.” “This looks like how you would describe heaven.” The land rolled out like an ocean all around and in the center as we…
After the hundred mile mark everything funnels into one steady stream of conscious, a oneness with the entire expanse of the infinite, ticking off, inch by inch, mile by mile,…
I believe deeply in ramblin’. Much like piddlin’, a whole other dying art, ramblin’ is not pointless, albeit it tends to be without aim. These sunset shots were somewhat…
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