you can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
On our excursion to Wheaton a few weekends ago, Jen/birdcage took this picture of me and Snelson with her pony 828, whose alchemical optics somehow resulted in what Jen identifies as "an odd yellowy-pinkish color cast that makes them look like pictures you found in the back of that hutch in your grandfather's dining room that he took with his old Pony II Camera in 1964 and then forgot about."
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