mumok

it's a bike it's a plane..

pavuk

bloody sunset

locked

4 amigos

cheap shot

a useful dog

reverse

ortho-pumpkin

slap

red .

run Lolas run..

skimboarding

a jego imie sztandarem ludzkosci we walce..

skim dog

1.5 graces

colors

LV

fogg

zzzee fly

he wins

Lubiąż

hobo

dopo dolce vita

morning patrol

ghosts

cruisers

hot wheels

not sunflowers

fog again

mangled

z ulicy

familia jimenez

foxy

global village

corners of the evening

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
...

burnt out

self..

ducking traffic

Fútbol

morning horsing

pfunk not dead?

tar -c

¡No Pasarán!

that famous Mona's finger..

somewhere in tenderloin

212

beached

going home tired

Sao Paulo, Brasil
5pm. going home after a long day. i am trying to get to the airport, two hours of fascinating slow slog through neighborhoods and side streets to avoid major freeways that are not moving at all; my driver curses, but i finally get to see the real city. it's raw & cool & a bit scary..