
Here’s a few forgotten images. A bridge.

A biker.

A reflection.

Looking up.

Here’s a few forgotten images. A bridge.

A biker.

A reflection.

Looking up.




Hey where is Tarzan?

The creek is barely moving this time of year.

I sometimes take this shortcut on this small deer trail.

A common, lazy trail.

These days there are always bridges to evade any trouble. We are so protected–overprotected.

