When one's weekend was neither Sammy Hagar nor Fenriz, one has nothing to say. Thus, a gauche photo "essay." No deep meaning here, folks.
That's la lune, Orion, a snippet of Taurus (?), aloft in a web of cloud. Trust me, for flash meant possibly annoying the non-suck neighbors, thus, gauzy spook.
Stop number one.
Yours truly before the crash.*
*some moran in a Manly Man Truck of Manliness tried to skip in front to grab some gas station smokes. Luckily for him the crunch was only around 5 mph.
Last call, before alcohol is required in dealing with The Kids.
