Theres not a night that passes where i don’t miss listening to the coyotes singing outside my window. One night i woke and there was a coyote right outside the window, it was so close i could smell it and he gave out a deep solemn howl. It scared the shit outta me at first, but it was so hauntingly beautiful that i shall never forget it and i will always hope to hear them in the night again. Now, it’s a remembrance of home.
We took a trip out in the snow and now we’re making a mini-western. This winter just got interesting.
Here are some test shots i’ve spent the last 48 hours fixing together.