Mor pictchas

Maybe if I wasn’t so busy reading and sleeping, and eating things, I’d edit these and pretend to be a photographer human. Alas. Here’s a few more photos from November and October:

Derp derp derp derp derp

Alright, enough of this sentimental fluffle. Time for some plans.

Amanda picked me up last week from where the IAT crosses into Canada, where I was sitting, damp from the morning’s grey drizzle; making friends with folks in US Customs and Immigration…

About Time (part 2.058)

To my dearest people, I am in a rocking chair on the porch at the Caratunk House Bed and Breakfast, compulsively tipping back and forth, and not paying enough attention to this chess game. I am not a sore loser. (Ahaha that is not true. I definitely am. I hate losing, and I definitely resent…