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: 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: 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: House #25, a comparison
Martin J. Hogan: soul mining
Martin J. Hogan: from darkness there is light
Martin J. Hogan: don't trip over these, it hurts