Some late pictures from last weekend at Slide Ranch.
And I found that there is nothing more strangely touching than a small child, very still, petting a chicken with utmost solemnity.
And a final cliché (I just couldn't help myself).
It's almost disgustingly pretty.
All that washed-out California wood.
And I found that there is nothing more strangely touching than a small child, very still, petting a chicken with utmost solemnity.
Also, dead shark!
Dadaism.