not really looking for something i don't know i'm looking for
which i was telling my son ~ is the greatest sense~ that we have lost~
which i was telling my son ~ is the greatest sense~ that we have lost~
the wonder of going to library's and wandering without focus,
finding books you weren't looking for
some things you never knew~ never saw~ or wanted too, or even knew you needed
this modern form of knowledge brings great gifts
but, i'm happy that i can still simple walk the streets alone, thirsty, roaming, lost
out wild looking for something~
which just might not exist
unemployed~ hopeless, but for words and blank pages before their eyes
all i wanted was a salmon berry~ but the sun and the lack of rain killed them all~
i find trails people don't use for fear of hobo camp maniacs~ serial killer strollers~
biggest DIY eyesore on the lake~ wondrous
this house is almost a real haunted house, as though it is trying to actually kill
i love the stair case, a home made sawhorse connected to a pallet leaning against a broken modified ladder
you may not have been looking for anything,but you sure found as lot of bamboo.You must be really lonely taking all those photos of the bread.GREAT PICTURE! as usual.pucci
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