stained glass window ghost

ghosting about.

on your marks...

flowers and barbed wire

prisoners of the walmart parking lot.

night surfer

on his way in. i took this a very long time ago, back when 2 megapixels was high end digital cameras, not the free phone you get when you buy a plan.

kind of cool, maybe? when new generations look back at our pictures, the pixelated crappiness could be seen as that era-defining flare. looking back to film and alternative process technology will still hold a more surreal, dream-like effect (obviously), but i'm just trying to justify spending 50 bucks on a 256m card, okay?

more founds (or finds, if you want grammatically correct)

sleep loves truth

bad dreams end at the beginning of a strange day.
why do you have to get lost to find things?