The locals don’t acknowledge these fish can walk.
A nostalgic painting about fishing for giant mutant fish.
A portrait of childhood.
A lazy summer evening playing guitar in a swamp
A neighborhood clustered on this tree for protection from the wilderness
Usually they stay in the sewers, but unfortunately, they sometimes come to the surface.
Squirrels are evil creatures!
The Mole Man may not be able to see you, but you best pray they can't smell you.
A self portrait with my noble steed, Gambit
The beginning of the journey
Her name is Pipi, and she is the only person brave enough to ride a tabby.
A fallen monument left by an older generation.