Martin J. Hogan:
street
Martin J. Hogan:
home
Martin J. Hogan:
steadfast
Martin J. Hogan:
lost parts
Martin J. Hogan:
cranky
Martin J. Hogan:
kindling
Martin J. Hogan:
forgotten edge of town
Martin J. Hogan:
brown
Martin J. Hogan:
lying down in the warm grass in the ghosts's backyard
Martin J. Hogan:
storage
Martin J. Hogan:
storage — for people and product
Martin J. Hogan:
lurking
Martin J. Hogan:
natural arrangement of order
Martin J. Hogan:
the edge of town
Martin J. Hogan:
ƒ2.0 softness
Martin J. Hogan:
ƒ8.0 smooths out the world
Martin J. Hogan:
a lorry further west than Cornwall?
Martin J. Hogan:
among thieves
Martin J. Hogan:
heavens
Martin J. Hogan:
slightly to the left
Martin J. Hogan:
"...big wheel keep on turnin'..."
Martin J. Hogan:
seek and you shall not find...
Martin J. Hogan:
till death do us park
Martin J. Hogan:
friend!!
Martin J. Hogan:
shiftless when idle
Martin J. Hogan:
“The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones”
Martin J. Hogan:
that car
Martin J. Hogan:
the long wait...
Martin J. Hogan:
broken motion
Martin J. Hogan:
open world
