jillallyn: Tobacco Ties
jillallyn: the lava fields
jillallyn: Monoliths
jillallyn: they bloom even under the gray skies
jillallyn: Sunrise
jillallyn: the skies stretched on forever
jillallyn: "those clouds are lookin' dark"
jillallyn: "110 - 300 mph"
jillallyn: "foothills"
jillallyn: ultimately, we stand alone
jillallyn: we left our tobacco ties in the mountains
jillallyn: boy, could he laugh (halfway through the Badlands)
jillallyn: On Our Way Home
jillallyn: storm front
jillallyn: Gray Skies
jillallyn: parallel lines
jillallyn: Our Fall Home