my uncle has a farm

the setting sun, wide open spaces, large sheds, and waving farewell to winters fair grasp.

twenty one

the thing about disposable cameras is that they're cheap, fragile and the quality is so bad that they're good. at k's 21st birthday, while bodies foolishly moved on the dance floor, i stole the bag of cameras and slithered my way through the crowd like a snake in the grass. enjoy.

 

a pink fire

"can i bring the blanket?" "...yeah, why the hell not."

kate at sunset. she tripped over a dog, and protected a little girl from the monsters that come out in cold weather. 

over the hill

an impromptu drive to picton for land scouting and kangaroo hopping.