Day 7: Rocky Mountain High
You know you’re in the hippie capital of the Mountain West when you witness a be-dreaded white woman chastising her young son Akhenaten for throwing an organic apple juice pouch at a copy of Outside magazine.
Well played, Boulder…well played.
Can’t decide what I’d call this piece. Right now my frontrunners are “The Dante Bachete” and “Woody Harrelson”
Why didn’t my college campus look like this?
No. Seriously. Why didn’t my college campus look like this?
An offering to the pagan gods that watch over Boulder
The best dedication I’ve seen in quite some time.
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