3am

The town lay paralyzed, stunned into stupidity by the sun. The air, thick and hostile, calls for our surrender. It's a dead planet under the pinwheel stars.




Today's Dutch Lesson:
Drink zonder zorgen, de kater komt morgen.

Translation:
Drink without sorrow, you won't be hung over til the morrow.


I love messing with Bryce (the computer program, not that hot and hunky ski instructor).


People stack rocks on the beach. I couldn't believe this one.


Drive Home


Sunset



Goede nacht!