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Snow

Snow

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.

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

5am in the house of a stranger

Halfway There, part 2

Halfway There, part 2

Pale Inland’s first Christmas tune. (Emily Shipp & Phil Harrell)

e shipp photography

e shipp photography

Commentary on my business trip to Sin City.

Commentary on my business trip to Sin City.