And somewhere behind the lids we flutter flirting with dreams of other folks, there is a room that needs sweeping. There in that newly emptied room, you will find the mouth to the road to the rest of your days.
5am in the house of a stranger
Halfway There, part 2
Pale Inland’s first Christmas tune. (Emily Shipp & Phil Harrell)
e shipp photography
Commentary on my business trip to Sin City.