billmclaugh: Rubble, Tags And Fallen Frame
billmclaugh: An Overholt In The Brush
billmclaugh: "Cannonball!"
billmclaugh: Home Grown Destruction
billmclaugh: Muddled Figures
billmclaugh: Once Upon A Junk
billmclaugh: The Little Spout That Could
billmclaugh: Lonely Little Lockers
billmclaugh: Cylindrical Silos and Stack
billmclaugh: Out, Out, Damn Stick!
billmclaugh: Random and Strewn
billmclaugh: Ye Olde Overholt Warehouse
billmclaugh: Industrial Pews
billmclaugh: Stumbling Blocks
billmclaugh: Leapin' Lids
billmclaugh: Which Way Is Up?
billmclaugh: The Old Overholt Orifice
billmclaugh: Sagging Bench In The Corner
billmclaugh: Metaphor Before Me
billmclaugh: Gotta Love A Little Of The Overholt Middle
billmclaugh: Wither And Die, Intruding Vines
billmclaugh: Down, Down, Down
billmclaugh: Stairway In Silence
billmclaugh: The Seat For The Overholt Ghost
billmclaugh: Interview, Over
billmclaugh: "... Than A Frontal Lobotomy."
billmclaugh: "I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me ..."
billmclaugh: A Wreck Of A Desk
billmclaugh: Parts Place