Monday, January 31, 2011

Fog

We want to work off the Gyro,
so we walk down to the river discussing our future.
When we arrive,
there is a fog like I have never seen before.
We climb down the rocks scattering rats.
Two couples follow us down.
We literally dip into the fog.
The air down here is ten degrees colder,
and I can finally breathe.
It's the humidity that spreads through my body
and recognizes me as native.

Tore from Norway

James and Horton

Friday, January 28, 2011

Brand New

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Head Tattoo

Bobby's Baby

Hello

Doug

The Garage

The Pin Up Girls

Bobby

Dennis

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Derek

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Almost Finished

Monday, January 17, 2011

Marilyn

Monday, January 10, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Saints

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