There is a train that races through the night / On rails of steel that reach the soul / Fueled by fire as soft as candle light / But it warms the heart of a love grown cold (Willie Nelson)
We don’t run, we don’t compromise / We don’t quit, we never do (Willie Nelson) By the way: The photoblog awards 2009 are up. If you like what you see, get over and vote for the hobokollektiv.