My Hobo Soul:
Tossing a watermelon under a streetlamp.
My Hobo Soul:
Where I Wither, the Orchid Thrives.
My Hobo Soul:
It looks ready to attack!
My Hobo Soul:
Cubicle Beautification Project.
My Hobo Soul:
My new dog.
My Hobo Soul:
Here we see the scope of Jason's aura
My Hobo Soul:
Townhouse art.
My Hobo Soul:
Man vs. Nature
My Hobo Soul:
Technology vs. Nature
My Hobo Soul:
I've tried in my way to be free.
My Hobo Soul:
DUUUUDDE! That butter is churned!
My Hobo Soul:
This is for you, Jesse.
My Hobo Soul:
It is not the same river, and she is not the same woman.
My Hobo Soul:
I wonder if a superintelligent species of alien geese might be facinated by photographing lost human hairs?
My Hobo Soul:
I saved this in my lunch box.
My Hobo Soul:
The unnavigable James above the fall line.
My Hobo Soul:
Patulous branches overhanging the river.