And now my new black cap. No mustache wax, my mustache is just long enough to twirl….oopps….I mean…roll….grrrrr.
To my right is an Eastern Red Cedar I dug up from a field I often painted back in 1996. It’s followed me ever since.
And now my new black cap. No mustache wax, my mustache is just long enough to twirl….oopps….I mean…roll….grrrrr.
To my right is an Eastern Red Cedar I dug up from a field I often painted back in 1996. It’s followed me ever since.
(via TumbleOn)