just some nomads

a journey has found me and the voice in the silent whisper calls me

Friday, May 25, 2007

Camping-

Camping on some unknown river

with a snake

my nice little fire


reflections

Working on those tan lines, swimming in the Guadalupe river

rocks

tree

the river


Blanco State Park
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