...a fork of the Spokane river...
... the road leading up to my house...
...a view of the now dry river bed...
... Leo Francovich in the woods...
... a small lake near my home.
Now I'm hunched over a typewriter, I guess you'd call that painting in a cave, And there's a word I can't remember, And a feeling I cannot escape - Bright Eyes
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