Some photos and some words.

When we get tired,

when we need to rest.

Where does the free man go?

When you do have no home to go to.

Is your home, the peace of the quiet of death.

Last ride, last thoughts.

I will follow the sun, west.

Find the comfort of the deep forest.

I will put my dream catcher on my neck and pray for death.

To take me home.

I ask the Gods of life and death.

Please allow me to find the deep forest.

Please allow me to burn the sage and remember my family missed.

I told my grandchildren, be the free-birds, not the chained-up dog.

Life is the adventure and knowing some peace.

Don’t seek death, seek life.

Merry Christmas my friends.

I hope you are strong and healthy.

Seeking the beauty of our world.

Johnnie