more flavor, more fury.

berserker barbarian bonfire bush.
like a bonzai of cindersparkle ghost-branches.
light, captured and translated into something moving at less than it's own speed.
we're slowin' it down, ya'll.
that's how we decompress and reduce the pace of a hard summer of frenzied wizard move-makin';
good food,
nature hike explosions,
picture takin',
and making sure there exists a record of the lives being lived.
fortune's worthies, my friends.
that's the designated nomenclature for active participants who produce throughOUT their career.

in these spots.....
i f'd up my eye,
spraying some burberry cologne....
what an A-hole.


mushroom season is wrappin' up.....
this festy mold monster is the carcass from a massive meaty-gilled spore cap.
that part that looks like a 'sploded blueberry muffin is extra butt-nasty,
and the filthy gray broccoli bits aren't much better.


it has been brought to my attention that real bloggers take pictures of their food.
i ate this.
it's crostone, which is crusty bread and garlic and mushrooms and spinach.
it's delicious, too.
ha-HA, ninjas.
i got you.
i'm official and sh!t, now, b!tches....


nests & tunnels,
woodsly as hell,
we doo-doo that,
never quiet, never soft....