this photo and it’s caption stopped me in my tracks.

i stumbled on a den of coyotes once, scrambling over the boulders at a campground in the mojave desert.  it was the middle of the night, but the stars were so bright that you could see clearly.  i didnt see a single one of them, but i heard them a few meters beneath my feet.  they sounded like a bunch of sad machine guns.

thediamondmind:

eatfattyeat The coyotes killed a fawn on our land the other night. it sounded quite ill.

i hope this isn’t photoshopped.

(via thediamondmind)

4.1.3 now.my.socks.are.wet. (2003-01-03 03:35)

I was thinking one click, and I could see all the friends I’d almost had.
Then there was a knock on the window.
A pipe was proffered.
We made this. In the snow.

kite festival. may 2010.

mccarren park, williamsburg, brooklyn