railyard, +22 days

after a late-late cold front delivered gale-force winds, freezing temps, hail, rain and mountain snow, i was delighted to see the first installation of Words in the Wild was still, miraculously and only slightly tattered, installed.


street life fantasy

train cars rattling by from somewhere to somewhere else

in the alley, crushed glass in every color imaginable sparkles...

wordy fleurs on the wrong side of the tracks