Hoods 2 Woods

Rainy monday gardening..

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The shot: staged. The comradery: authentic.

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Check out those strawberries.

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Nick loves bamboo.

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Flip and Martin spark up a bowl.

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It was time to get out of town. Luckily Jen brought her retrofitted retrobus.

We spent the night down by the river. Since nobody took any pictures, here is a poem about it.

 

On the Delaware's misty banks,

we forraged in search of dry planks

and at last we can give thanks-

a fire now roars

and the collective spirit sours.

 

The tents are pitched, the sun is set

The fire burns hot, the air grows wet.

Erik and Martin brave the night.

In the blue bus, the rest sleep tight.

 

Morning came, and we returned to the shop. Erik and Graham took some artsy photos.

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