The Unibomber
I lived alone. In the woods. In a tiny cabin. Is it any wonder why one of my friends jokingly called me the Unibomber? I'm actually better defined as a late-onset hippie, if that's a thing. Anyway, this was how I lived for years. It wasn't bad, to be sure, but it certainly wasn't how I'd envisioned my life to be.
Clockwise from top left: I found the spot, 28 October 2015; homemade swing chair; bird food storage bin; deer-eye-view. Below: seasonal scenes.
