The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.
Exasperation
Rave Solo
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
Fear and Lothian
There's no bad weather....
Homage to Caledonia [and Hibernia, too]
Pics from the Austin Celtic Festival, 10/18/2014
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 