One night, I was looking up at the sky In a little grove of trees, drunk as hell, and I realized it was very pretty. So I laid down and put the phone on my chest set to the maximum “exposure” level and snapped this picture. This grove is where all of our old dogs are buried, and all the miscellaneous aged-out chickens, and cats post-ninth-life. It’s a good place to lie down and think for a minute.






















