if you like crows look at bernd heinrich, he's a great soul, and has raised and studied them and drawn them for decades.

i was desperate for green when this popped up out of the past, the loveliest green i could imagine.

there was another devastating democratic drone strike today.

don't let it bring you down.

ho-sanna, hey-sanna, sanna sanna ho, sanna hey sanna ho---sanna!

searching for sugar man. oh my sweet jesus on a stick what a story.

i feel so bleak, but why? is it because i live off grid, in impermanence?

pay dream america

it's a sad sad country but i'm free at least in my pleasure dome.

son of a bitch, this is not going to end well.

our souls are bowed down by violent culture.

snow lovers

sorry monument.

don't worry, mister, i won't go back on the grid.

it's funny, they can kill people across the ocean with technology from a bunker in america but they can't make a sustainable society nor a decent road even here.

i mo tread it til the snow melts and then i'm gon' go barefootin' in the clover.

volare, woe, woe, cantare, woe woe woe woe.

what fresh hell is this.

whisper mister.

domine sanctu, world without end.