Day 37:
Black Rambo
New Sambo
Kilt it at paintball. Just run out. Until the ammo runs out.
Shamrock shot me in the face though.
While you're young, you go through life wondering about what's next. When you get older, you reflect back on what your life was and perhaps what you wish it wasn't. This photographic blog will be a mixture of the two mindsets. Every day is a gift; you should treat it as such...Make Each Day Count
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Day 33
Day 33:
Window Seat. On the road to Damascus.
The earth all looks the same when you step far enough away.
With all the stresses that life piles on, sometimes you have to look around, exhale, and just appreciate your surroundings.
As long as youre standing in dirt, and not laying under it, you have something to celebrate.
Window Seat. On the road to Damascus.
The earth all looks the same when you step far enough away.
With all the stresses that life piles on, sometimes you have to look around, exhale, and just appreciate your surroundings.
As long as youre standing in dirt, and not laying under it, you have something to celebrate.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
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