This is how I fall asleep too.

This is how I fall asleep too.

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Uploaded on Jan 25, 2012

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A hand on Daddy while sleeping.

A hand on Daddy while sleeping.

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Uploaded on Jan 24, 2012

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our own shields

our own shields

Tribute to a song that means a lot to me:

Down on Our Shields
by Jakob Dylan

It's a struggle, it's a shame
It's all give and no take
Whatever, it is now, it's right up to our waist
It's a pity, it's a shame to see it all slip away
I've seen you worried babe, but never this way
We hold our ground, we don't kneel
If we go down we go
Down on our own shield

It's a river of tears
And we're in over our ears
In the dark it rides off with our better years
It's a bottomless well
It's a little overkill
It's the end of a dragon's tail
That's whipping round our heels
But we don't bow, we make no deals
If we go down we go
Down on our own shield

In this corner ladies and gentlemen
Weighing in, all along my love for her is strong
We scaled pillars to here tonight
It's not the kind of trick you get to pull twice

It's an ambush girl
A cold-blooded low down dirty world
See them yellow lanters walk
A circle around our bit of earth
It's a turn for the worse
It's off with their heads if they don't learn

We do this over their dead bodies
Before it's over mine or yours
We don't beg for mercy dear
If we go down we go
Down on our own shield

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Uploaded on Jan 20, 2012

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Always the toughest part of sledding… the walk back up that hill

Always the toughest part of sledding… the walk back up that hill

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Uploaded on Jan 18, 2012

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haunted by waters

haunted by waters

"...in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. " from the book, A River Runs Through It, by Norman Macclean

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Uploaded on Jan 17, 2012

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