Tuesday, November 20, 2012

I.
Most of my time is spent lost in the wheat fields; searching for the path that will lead me to the garden gate. Sometimes I get a hint from the rabbit with the wooden leg, but I only follow him long enough to see that he's leading me back to the same dead end; the tea party- All rats- Dressed in white.
 I'm sick of his preaching and pretending. Wearing a waistcoat and pocket watch doesn't change anything; He'll always be vermin.
 I trusted him once; mistook the gleam in his lazy eye as a spark of friendship. I asked him to come with me long ago, to leave his fox den in search for salvation; he just sneered at me with his gold toothed grin, and refused to quit the game he was playing. For he'd rather live the life of crooked vulture, stealing pieces of soul and flesh from the helpless.
I avoid the rabbit and his blood crusted nails, and continue looking for the pebbled path that will lead me out of this deceiving paradise. 
 

 
 


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Local Magicians

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Taken at The Velour in Provo on Sept 20, 2012 of band members of...
The Mighty Sequoyah
Lady and Gent
& Stacey Stringham

Monday, June 11, 2012

Yard Sailing

It has been such a long time since I have made a post- it seems that my life is completely open, but it always ends up that I have such little time to play with my photos. These are from a radical yard sale my mum and I passed in Mt. Pleasant one day in early May. Out in this rural area I live in there are some different people, different buy interesting; they are a breed all their own. These arn't that fantastic but I was just thinking that some not-so-greatly edited photos are better than none.
























Friday, May 4, 2012

Furry Men

These were taken at the Furrman's house in Milburn, UT; a little slice of run-down heaven.