Sliding Across My Field Of Vision
April showers bring May flowers. And November showers bring…December snows. Uh… Doesn’t rhyme. But the late autumn rain creates its own beauty. I love a dark and stormy night. They are haunting and mysterious. And dangerous. Why some people – like myself – are attracted to that is its own mystery. I was driving home late one night in this steady storm of fender benders and the squawking of windshield wipers. I popped Snakefarm into the CD player, kicked back, and took these shots. Delicious!
Tears On A Windshield
Two Martians Come To Visit
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