more photo porn. grant was attempting to smoke us out burning all kinds of blackberry bush that likes to take over my land. i may have smelled of smoke for a week, it was awesome.

I have to post this picture of Dusty and I because my memorial day weekend would truly be nothing without the epic dance party Dusty and I conjured in the wee. She would reject all songs melodic and tender, demanding nothing short of The Stiff Little Fingers, Billy Childish and the punk-esque like. A tiny anti-angel after my own heart.

Photographers always make it look so easy.