Look through those trees.

You see that?

That’s called Money.

The Waters Flow.

The Trees Grow.

The Earth Burns.

No words other than these.

It Flows North or South.

It Flows Fast or Slow.

It Flows to Places You and I Want to Go.

It Flows.

Oklahoma. Stormy one second, Sunny the next.

Beautiful all the time. Well, as long as you keep you head up at the skies.

The water of the Arkansas River is not this blue. Isn’t digital fun? (at times)

Now, it’s Holga time. Film. Provia or Astia? It’d be neat to shoot Scala but I want to save that roll for something REALLY amazing…