Sticks and Stones and Weed and Bones

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- to-morow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther, and one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back, ceaselessly, into the past.

[hannaoliviaway]

windy mountain drive

[benchandcompass]

[hallelujahweddings]

[norsis]

[laylo-incgngro]

Flowers on the Grave - The Maine (You are OK 2019)

One of my quarantine albums.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Urip Dunker

[campinguniverse]

www.nomadsgear.net

[terrysdiary]

[sunbeamdaydreams-deactivated202]

[visual-poetry]

[softwaring]

[exhalence]

[geographilic]

Sagebrush and Indian paintbrush, Wellsville Mountain Wilderness, Utah

[imbradenolsen]

a nice fall sunset over East Canyon

[neckkiss]

By Kenny Barker

[bunlly]

[recaption]