I usually take this part of the year as a time to be all contemplative, reflective, and changey. So I take a lot of walks with my friend Rufus. Here are some of Rufus and my travels:
Rufus is indeed a beast without fangs.
Apparently, scientists call this organism a "tree."
Scientists also have a name for this: "plant."
Rufus digs far below the ground to make an incredible discovery. Apparently, under the grass is this strange substance called "dirt."
Two miles to the Mississippi. Ninety miles to the sea.
The slowest moving army in America.
Nothing but trees and e-wires.
For you. Hope you're not allergic.
The Road to Zion?
Here's the rope. One person got that. Maybe.
I knew my uncle had been drinking, but to be honest, this came as a shock.
For some reason I just really like this sort of thing.
Pictures are stupid.