trouble on the turkey trail

Triple, double, turkey trouble. A day condensed into some htmldrops. Dripping from the ceiling of containment. Trickling down to the road to encounter, far from perdition. In the morning they shall be frost and we shall shiver, happily, at the memory they suggest.

Little River Haircutters, Barbershop of Barbers

a stern portrait of brothers

ironic icon of trash

the reclusive, elusive Rosie