Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Where's a good light-house when you need one?

The Californian fog rolls in strong, shrouding the land, the trees, the buildings and the people. Distant figures are barely visible, and only offer enough evidence to hint at their true identity; it's an eerie disclosure.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Minus the light.

Thanks to the following for putting up with my behaviour that night. I was a little self-indulgent.