family project. it's gettin' better all the time

history says that here (third pic) was where the last wolf of these mountains was killed, around 1875.

no comments at all.

a sort of selection about duality or simetry around Dublin

let there be more light

Mama Wolf

winter has come, a sudden bone-wrenching cold has arrived without warning, but we don't mind

yesterday afternoon we were happy

When I'm in the woods

I know what to call you now

When I'm in the woods
I know what to call you now
Hey Mama Wolf
Hey Mama Wolf
Well maybe the mountains know what
To call you now
Maybe the mountains know what
To call you now
Hey Mama Wolf

once in a while we need to cast out our demons dancing all night long in the craziest rock'n'roll-garage-soul party ever