I was strolling through the town one day in very cold, damp month of March my eyes were taken by surprise I raised the camera to capture the prize while strolling through the town one day.
no words can explain
no luke i’m your starewell
ghost of a tree
time keeps flowing like a river
“…and a line of cars go down real slow, whoa…”
mt hood dominates the cars below
trees naked reach for it
give up humans you are surrounded by nature
natures fury above dumps below
your tone baby, your tone
further back, still a lot going on
there is a lot going on
outlines on the corner
you’re a shadow of a man
house, fence, and signage
now how did this get in here?
The Conglomerate Lode 