“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.”
Kris and I, gettin’ cheesy in London. Nice.
Check out Kristopher (and his photos) over at Stranded Dog.
In a plot twist that couldn’t have worked better if we’d planned it, Kris and I met up with our former roommate Will in London. We drank some beer, wandered around London, and, to maintain our American roots, Will crashed on our floor.