Craig Forsyth:
going up
Craig Forsyth:
pondering the possibilities
Craig Forsyth:
the hot chair
Craig Forsyth:
waiting for opportunities
Craig Forsyth:
Snap Son!
Craig Forsyth:
WTF
Craig Forsyth:
Sunday mornings
Craig Forsyth:
easy on the detail luv'
Craig Forsyth:
'A one time bargain, they've changed the bloody locks'
Craig Forsyth:
part of the painting
Craig Forsyth:
broken biccies
Craig Forsyth:
a boob
Craig Forsyth:
there was a kid here...I promise
Craig Forsyth:
'you ruin it like this...'
Craig Forsyth:
peas de le pod
Craig Forsyth:
gravity
Craig Forsyth:
back pocket, right
Craig Forsyth:
how pissed did we make the locals
Craig Forsyth:
aiming high
Craig Forsyth:
walkway
Craig Forsyth:
then chaos of traversing floors