The lines don’t do it any justice, but Tahoe just may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes.
Drawn on a plane. Two years of Doodles.
Drawn on a plane.
Sweet, sweet Florida.
The lone wolf eats his Thanksgiving dinner alone.
It all comes around.
I like imagining each foot competing for the lead when I run.
That nail was black for months. Running.