off the grid

Last week, I was east of Merced in land made of sand. It was hot, and a slam on the gas pedal saved workBill and I from getting T-boned by an orange semi. It was close enough that I wondered what our roadside crosses would have looked like on the corner of that intersection near Snelling.

overlooking.

pretty death

pretty life

workBill working. He had just been divebombed by a large albino barn owl.

leslie vs. the big bush. we needed a size comparison.