30 August 2009


Normal fautling. Dolomite rising. Some plants get old. Plenty old, but not so old really. Large ooids. Treeline ebbs and grows. Jays about. Dust blows up. A helicopter, a dusty Oregon van. Mount Darwin on the horizon.

Kestrels.  Man with camera clinking across the outcrop.

Deer season pends. Dudes on the ridge, scout. “He looks Indian, maybe he is just communing with nature.” September comes.

2 Responses to “Brotastic”

  1. jessica Says:

    I think this is the least brotastic, and douchiest blog post I’ve ever read.

  2. Jeremy Says:

    it stinks like a durian,
    except for the, durerian?

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