Rock-a-bye baby Goonbags! Tarf here, with another outage in the outrageous National Park named after a tree named Joshua, or as I like to call them, Chashua Trees. Cha! I think I took a wrong turn a long time ago and ended up further away from the ocean and deeper into the desert. Put your peepers on these images, some old school and some real life Technicolor dream coat status. Anyways, enjoy these frothy images that were taken with my Camelbak compadre, the Que Oh Juan (Pentax K-01, Lens SMC DA 1:2.8 40mm XS).
The above images remind me of that one movie where Charlton Heston was trapped on a planet controlled by apes, you know the one.
I think for there I am. And I think not for there I am not. And I’m not a knot so there for is the wood. And wood is good in the hood. Cha!
It’s time to rock and roll.
I bet the Tusken Raiders could surf those tasty waves.
Looking out from the mine.
It’s not mine, I swear. Mine? Or is it the Enemy’s Mine? Cha!
We could all dig a little deeper, look inside ourselves and discover or rediscover those precious materials that make us, us. Dig deep my friends, dig deep.
Tarf Gnams here, the G is silent, but I’m not.
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