Michael Schalla:
September fog
Michael Schalla:
Fallen
Michael Schalla:
Up and down
Michael Schalla:
13
Michael Schalla:
Up and down 2
Michael Schalla:
Hangover
Michael Schalla:
Distant fog
Michael Schalla:
tristesse
Michael Schalla:
Lens flare
Michael Schalla:
Needless to say, I'm dying over here...
Michael Schalla:
Mankind must be made more uniformly
Michael Schalla:
Various ways were sought.
Michael Schalla:
The sunset, looks like a carnivorous flower.
Michael Schalla:
Robots fly ALL the time.
Michael Schalla:
I see red and that makes me blue.
Michael Schalla:
I'll burn that bridge when I cross it.
Michael Schalla:
The sky hasn't been blue for weeks.
Michael Schalla:
Talking dog...
Michael Schalla:
Just me, my music, and the voices in my head.
Michael Schalla:
Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
Michael Schalla:
Robots fly ALL the time.