Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Itah, Utah, we all tah at some point


9K: a familiar sight.


Pristine landscapes still exist - in Utah. Insect carcasses obscure the view slightly.


General Crook confronts the 'self'.


One byproduct of this existential conundrum is the realization that water comes from boots.


Perhaps the rest of the answers lie ahead, beyond that stoic peak.

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