Buyurun (here it is)

What scraps I have to show...

The time it snowed which meant preaching time at Galata Tower

Blizzard breaks for a moment, ohhs and ahhs

Travel

morning

Art Gallery run-throughs

the best

X-Mas day forest ramble with crew

Loosed

Brother Luke just went upright and vital.  Moonwalked across the void between two Contradictions.  He calls it the edge and when he does you can watch him ride headlong into a native sunset rioting upon far away.  Eyes amok, swaddled in cool, solely frontier.  All of your nonliterate self might combust into being when you read what has been written.