"Uh oh, they're gaining on me." 

...moo 

nature is still more artistic than any of us 

a couple o' colourful mopeds outside the hotel 

a smiling carey from DC 

I just got back from a biking trip to Ireland with my school, where we spent the last three days of our trip in Dublin. Several of the newest pictures and most of the pictures to come are from that trip, so enjoy Ireland's beauty. 

she looks very happy for someone having been sitting for five hours 

one hour into our flight, most of us are asleep 

in ireland, they burn peat instead of wood 

remember pacman? he's helping advertise things in ireland now, soda i think 

a game of chess while we wait for our plane 

dublin's gateways 

a shortcut of sorts 

he looks like he's about to whip out a gun, but I'm pretty sure he's just looking at his sister 

good morning from the green mouuntains of vermont 

amanda in her sorrowful glory (taken by amanda) 

isnt life juicy? 

un petit chien mange un os 

Cute like that, aren't they? 

yes, she is watching a washing machine 

shes coming for you, lock your doors 

to you, my friends 

a farewell

Well my friends, it certainly has been a trip through heaven and hell this year. i dont think i simaltainiously have ever enjoyed, loved, and hated any one thing so much as i do this year. it was taught me many things...which i probably wont remeber, and brought many people into my life, who i know i will remember. it has been a pleasure, and to you , i tip my hat

why doth this maiden weep? 

a forest nymph sits among her kindred sisters and brothers (subject granted permission to have her photo put here) 

my dog, looking a little bewildered 

She Would Be a Nymph

She would be a nymph,
A maiden of perfection,
Of utter beauty-
A spring of healing grace.
For man is healed by her mere essence.
Within such potential, a purity unknown to its beholders.

She would trade all her mortality,
The hopes of one day laying down the blade of life
And resting for an eternity.
No, she could not wait for a heaven, and opted
For it to be brought to her while she lived.
And thus was trapped as Maiden.
Never to mature, never to grow,
Always to be perfect in one blazing moment.
A single moment for an eternity,
A mighty comet bound for nowhere.

a birch tree from a different angle