Sunday, August 12, 2012
It's been little over a month since Luna took her first breath of life. This was taken a few hours after Luna was born on my wild journey home. Walking aimlessly in an elated state of afterbirth I came across these few sweaty and laid back dock workers. Their movements were sluggish and tinted with being schedule-free. As far as I could tell they were the sole arbiters of styrofoam container graveyard transport.