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

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

So there we were. Just got out of the car to attend a folk festival when this wild young buck comes strolling through the parking area. Good thing we were armed (with a camera). Sisters, Oregon; September, 2009.


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