july. 2014. since i’m pretty stoked on a series of images from my latest foray south, i’ll share a few more. flags, of sorts. really nothing more than driftwood and old material pieced together. i’m pretty certain they’ve been there for a bit, just from the weariness of the flags themselves, but also pretty sure that whomever was inspired enough to spend the time, was having a great time here, and that is what’s special. they told a story without knowing whom they were speaking.