Even on a lay day, the sunstreaks project gets worked. The cameras have never before had to endure 95F temperatures, and the tinfoil hats have always worked well against the black helicopters that regularly swoop over our house.
A civil-defense minded citizen tries to single-handedly shut down this streetcorner witches' meeting. They turned her into a newt.
The totally thrilling Etherton Gallery.
At the Temple Gallery: just for Glenn.
Move over Roger - we're coming in!
The concept of low rider taken beyond extreme - yes it is flat..
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
clouds go by
You just gotta love this sign.
This is the road leading up to our house. Really.
The gates fly open. That's our driveway. It's about 276 miles long.
276 miles later, that's our house! Really!
The late afternoon light does crazy things to our temp home.
The Granny Flat gets its own entrance.
The view from our front porch.
Sunset. Moonrise. Tucson.
Just to be really really really clear - stop now.
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