TAYLOR HOGANSON
The world creaks under my feet as I climb. I find small handholds in the spaces between pale bricks as I lift myself three stories into the buildings that loom over the wooden street below….Continue Reading Ocellatus
TAYLOR HOGANSON
The world creaks under my feet as I climb. I find small handholds in the spaces between pale bricks as I lift myself three stories into the buildings that loom over the wooden street below….Continue Reading Ocellatus