Autumn Decends, We Arise
· 16 October 2004 ·
The mythic dragon Zackatobaccafire incinerates a passing tugboat
Rich contentment
Leaves and blossoms in her hair, ferns obscurring her face. Another forest fairy specimen
Schmidt flowers on his head, his third arm coming from his back and a deep thought emerging from his lips.
An emerging Richard joins the scene. Pat, I don't have a photo of you, what the hell. Probably because i was sitting behind you.
Curly red swoops into the conversation.
Red lips, Kate quips
Sun illuminated Laotian bedazzlement
The famous Williamson shoulder glance
An encounter with a rare forest squirrel
The sky refines an oil painting
The ecstatic master of the hairdo
The master, the artist, and the mirror
A rare glimpse of the sexy Poseidon (Richard)
Silhouette of a Riley
Members of the afternoon autumn ocean clan
A shadow of my friend Peter... Pan that is. (Actually, Zack impersonating him.)
Along with Pan, there was one of those coastal forest nymphs that occasionally morph into mermaids.
A foot meets a face in the root of a tree.
Rich at the lake lookout as the apple clan converses during a cider break.
Matt and the Island within an Island. Think about it.
Kate, cider giddyness, and stories of coming-of-age moss.
Kate & Izak - seems slightly symmetrical.
Tonka gazes over at the notorious pumpkin stabber - Izak!
Bean and the boxing spirit on a Sunday afternoon.
Between Richard and Colin there are four red fists of passion.
Sunday afternoon boxing spectators glee
Colin absorbs the physics of apples through osmosis.
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Written by Philip Ashlock
kate,where are you?
— jacob smith Feb 26, 02:26 AM #