You don't miss him, you miss his dog

Whatever form has always laid
Underneath

It's finally fuck up my hands doing dumb art shit with wood season.

I never know what to post, and then I realized that I have limitless offerings from the archives. It only makes sense to start with my very favorite.
Helen Dalton of Waseca Minnesota. Easily the coolest equestrian educator that the 1950s had to offer.