My Hobo Soul:
Three Points
My Hobo Soul:
I captured this photo of the UFO just as it surged away.
My Hobo Soul:
These clouds came from the east.
My Hobo Soul:
SLAM!
My Hobo Soul:
The firelight.
My Hobo Soul:
They covered the white tablecloths with butcher paper when they saw us come in.
My Hobo Soul:
I don't go to this restaurant very often. Only very rarely. I wish there were some idiomatic phrase I could use to express how seldom I have gone to this restaurant.
My Hobo Soul:
Here I try out my new spy lens.
My Hobo Soul:
The dress had many admirers.
My Hobo Soul:
This is what we photographers like to call, Nature Morte.
My Hobo Soul:
How it is done in France.
My Hobo Soul:
Leslie and Kevin.
My Hobo Soul:
Cujo.
My Hobo Soul:
Strawberries and champagne.
My Hobo Soul:
The ancestral home.
My Hobo Soul:
I've always been fond of this tree.
My Hobo Soul:
Nice photo of a corner.
My Hobo Soul:
Portraits.
My Hobo Soul:
Something magical is happening here.
My Hobo Soul:
Paul Bunyon
My Hobo Soul:
Goose.
My Hobo Soul:
Parking ticket art.
My Hobo Soul:
What other flavor could it have been?
My Hobo Soul:
A blue wooden wheel in green grass.
My Hobo Soul:
The passage of time.
My Hobo Soul:
Rusty Winch.
My Hobo Soul:
You should get a subscription to make magazine.
My Hobo Soul:
Opposite ends of the couch.
My Hobo Soul:
You can see a soul burning in our fire.
My Hobo Soul:
Started this one without newspaper.
