Psychedelic sensibilities are not restricted to urban or festival settings, or substances ingested. They are as close as the near or farside of your eyelids, and the environment on either side of your front door. Our home is in the National Forest; an island in a lush emerald ocean, where every moment is a new trip. This is a photolog of the trip.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Where We Live
Picture of the east ridge looking across the horse ranch next door:
4 comments:
Gorgious.
Beautifull
That is lovely rob.
Thanks, Spencer. You can address me by my real name, "Rick." "Frederick" is fine too but nobody who knows me calls me that.
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