Martin J. Hogan:
all consuming quiet
Martin J. Hogan:
sitting on top of the world
Martin J. Hogan:
out of house
Martin J. Hogan:
two in the cold
Martin J. Hogan:
far away
Martin J. Hogan:
Central
Martin J. Hogan:
through the never
Martin J. Hogan:
out house
Martin J. Hogan:
entrance thru the two foot thick portal
Martin J. Hogan:
land of the lost
Martin J. Hogan:
hopes and dreams buried in these hills of Keweenaw
Martin J. Hogan:
unhinged
Martin J. Hogan:
no more explosives
Martin J. Hogan:
shovel
Martin J. Hogan:
very alone in the woods
Martin J. Hogan:
oxide can paint
Martin J. Hogan:
back to front
Martin J. Hogan:
wandering in the thick woods, the dead branches are reaching...snapping...scratching
Martin J. Hogan:
Central Church
Martin J. Hogan:
private residence
Martin J. Hogan:
really stuck
Martin J. Hogan:
pair
Martin J. Hogan:
House #25, a comparison
Martin J. Hogan:
soul mining
Martin J. Hogan:
from darkness there is light
Martin J. Hogan:
sheered
Martin J. Hogan:
don't trip over these, it hurts
Martin J. Hogan:
opinion
Martin J. Hogan:
bulwark
