FairBanks Morse Scales. Wheat, barley, oats. Tis the season.
Fair autumn banks cast golden hues, warm and comforting. I kind of like this shot. Warm above, cool below. An abrupt change in contrast.
Here is number 330…
School days. School ways. Reminds me of the Runaways. “Used to be a trouble maker. Hated homework, was a sweet heartbreaker.” This is Fairbanks. This is Oregon.
My guardian. My serpent.