
That time of year when the daphne, Oregon’s state flower blooms. Of course the state flower is actually the grape, and you’ve just been caught, you charlatan non-egonian.

That time of year when the daphne, Oregon’s state flower blooms. Of course the state flower is actually the grape, and you’ve just been caught, you charlatan non-egonian.

It was 1988 when a sister worked here for one day and dropped a cone into the wax dip they claim is chocolate.

Late night flares don’t care

Night blooms under la luna

Delicate.

Ghost hunting aisle 4, behind the gravy pouches and north of the Sixlets.

Close-up while cleaning 32.2K Gargantua sensor hot mirror. Beastly sensor = beastly dust.