you can take the girl out of the city...
me: "What's that smell?"
ben: "It's earth"
me: Oh? (laughs) Well it stinks.
just passed the White River south of The Dalles in the high desert of Central Oregon. the sun shines here and i like it. a group of fawns graze in a small field next to the highway. they flick their ears and wobble about haphazardly, a sure sign of their youth. a lack of discretion, a sweet innocence, they are not yet fearful of "civilization."
ben: "It's earth"
me: Oh? (laughs) Well it stinks.
just passed the White River south of The Dalles in the high desert of Central Oregon. the sun shines here and i like it. a group of fawns graze in a small field next to the highway. they flick their ears and wobble about haphazardly, a sure sign of their youth. a lack of discretion, a sweet innocence, they are not yet fearful of "civilization."