the city of angels was made to be in front of the camera.
on another note, a storm is tumbling in to my neighbourhood, the sky is growing dark, and the cicadas are growing quiet. the trees, on the other hand, are getting rowdy. i like it.
the city of angels was made to be in front of the camera.
on another note, a storm is tumbling in to my neighbourhood, the sky is growing dark, and the cicadas are growing quiet. the trees, on the other hand, are getting rowdy. i like it.
my bro. the best one ever.
not the kind of bird that tweets. i’d say more of a caw gently intermingled with a squawk.
from left to right:
your wife called.
get whatever you want.
aye aye, cap’n.
oooooh. i love this.
there is nothing like an old friend and the old sea.
Ernest Hemingway (via crookedindifference)