An old man in the street. Or at least a (re)semblance of an old man in the street. These people are everywhere.
Dogs like the snow.
Sheep herders leave signs on the bark of the aspens. They’re easier to see in the winter, when the leaves have all fallen.
I wanna be a kid.
My brother gets tired when the dark settles in. He’s maloccluded. Weak neck, too.
elias and i at the science museum of minnesota.
photo by my brother jared, who just set me up with one of these damn things.
