

They buried me deep to prohibit the evil from returning. Long held superstitious beliefs still ruled the minds…
Am I here, As weariness sets in. Lost in the veiled mysteries of, What is meant to be?…
A photograph taken at the beach south of Westport, Washington of a seagull resting on the sand, oblivious…
“You ride with an outlaw, you die with an outlaw. I’m sorry you crossed the line. ” ~Augustus…