Philip J. Claxton:
I got close enough to the river that I couldn’t hear the trucks, but not close enough to stop the roaring of my mind.
Philip J. Claxton:
Packing on the layers and headed to the hills for the season.
Philip J. Claxton:
And when the night came, the forest folded its branches around me.
Philip J. Claxton:
In a country where cowboys are king ...
Philip J. Claxton:
There is beauty in this land, but I don't often see it.
Philip J. Claxton:
These birds are about to bust their guts with singing.
Philip J. Claxton:
Hey, this picture really captures your mouth.
Philip J. Claxton:
We live in a darkness, the light is a dream you see.
Philip J. Claxton:
Pelle hydraulique
Philip J. Claxton:
Muirhead School
Philip J. Claxton:
I'm afraid of the water; I'm afraid of the sky.
Philip J. Claxton:
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise, oh yes, it was Paradise!
Philip J. Claxton:
The only question left to ask was what would happen after everything familiar collapsed, but for now the summer stretched between me and that moment.