The gr8ful grind

Let go of anger; It's an acid that eats away the delicate layers of your happiness

The reverse side has also its reverse side

Monday, December 03, 2007

I was at this park and turned around to look at all these pigeons. As soon as I turned toward them, bunches began flying straight at me. I felt like I was in a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. If you click on the photo to see the full sized version, you might get a sense of that. I count at least 15 of them coming at me in this pic. Roseburg, Oregon; November, 2007.


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