I can smell the colors outside on my lawn. The moist green organic that my feet tread upon. And the black oleander, surrounded by blues -- I get so overwhelmed by olfactory hues.
June 16th, 2007
See, this is how to protest if you're under 21.
Not a fan of the big areolas, but not bad.
"Dad, I don't think Mom is THAT sick."
He has nothing left to lose.
Three little boys went up to this girl throughout the day and asked to borrow her pool floaties.
A sign that winter break is coming soon.
Some random flyer on a board full of flyers, this one caught my attention.