Manic Owl Works
iPhoneography

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Don’t Let It End

Night Tales

Portrait of a Qualophile

In the fish tank

Xanadu..?

The traveller

Saturday crossing

We were all young, once. We were all crossing the street on our Saturday evenings, heading for our pleasures or displeasures. We were all full of expectations, good or bad. We were all better persons, or maybe even worse persons. We were different.

Spotted