Wednesday, September 17, 2014

it's no wonder in a culture that sows unrest, violence, and destruction everywhere it reaches, that good neighbors in the homeland poison dogs with impunity for the sake of a tiny grave size plot of grass.

blind from birth

copp sees the blind dog


crow on a lamp






little malcolm got old


the night garden

scarecrow by night

the staus quo prophecies doom

while ian and i go in the garden malcolm looks for us at the chicago center for contemporary theory.

sweet ole baby mal.

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