That awkward moment when you leave your dog with your friend and run to go take pictures of a dead bird and they mutter “art majors” and roll their eyes but they aren’t mad and all is right with the world.
Starting up another (hopefully to-be-filled) wall of drawings and art and things.
I think kataws is secretly a serial killer.
Testing this for a project.
Taken at a creek that runs behind our neighborhood school. When I was a kid, my friend and I would wander around, make up countries and have adventures. Over the years, the paths through the trees have gotten more well-worn; the local kids have just kept coming. I still go back there every once in a while, but now that I’m about to leave home, it’s weird. I don’t know if I want to go back or just try to forget about it.