Climbing Californian Deserts Joshua Tree Phil and Amy. I hadn't known them long at all before they'd seen my naked bits. That didn't seem to put them off of me though, as a little over a
night photography The Chasm of Doom The stars traced long arcs The coyotes howled in the dark And the spirits came out to play. Between great granite stones Haunted by the wind's quiet moans Went we, somewhere ne'er touched