troy-lovegates' photostream  

garbage pants ...dirty lusty ..dust mustache...slinkin along the train tracks ...all touchy feely solo in the bushes ...giggling ..tipsy on the plastic bottle brandy ...bonfires with dumpster-dived franks ...trench butt from wiping with poison ivy leaves... somehow still manages to get athlete's foot with birkenstocks ...

painting is best when it involves climbing trees .....first thunderstorm of the year ...

this one quickly rolled out in December....waving bye-bye
... unfinished,i thought it would never be found again...but it headed directly for winter and LADYBENCH captured it's soul....thanks for the flick

one time i went out onto the lake at night in a thick fog ...so thick not even singing a song could permeate it ...no shore visible..... i had a lit candle on the rowboat ....and a dog under the seat...and the water was black black like the pupil of an eye ........i wish i wasn't so far away from that lake now...i would break a hole through the ice with an axe and dive in....my grandfather lost his wedding ring while building the dock ...it is still down there somewhere ....i used to scour the lake-bed with a diving mask on... kicking up limestone soot looking for that ring each summer

a lantern to guide you home ....