The Summer stream of friends bouncing along and the ever coming eruption of a creative explosion has only halted documentation of the colors around me momentary. Most pending posts are held up in my e-mail inbox, where images have sat lurking on cyber space and on my desktop. The half month jaunt to Panama and technical negation brings me to you today. Its gonna be a sprayed spewing of what's be stored:
Name that thrift store!
For Ray.
How a place becomes a home, you use them.
