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Andrew Ross!?
I was looking through some old artwork and found this. Its background characters from my grad film I did back in 2007. It all seems so long ago...
I remember growing up and always being forced to get the same old haircut again and again. But one day, I begged and pleaded with my parents to get a haircut I wanted. They eventually agreed, and the result was a shaved head with bangs.
Last night at the gym I saw a guy running on a treadmill with his arms at his sides, like he was some strange bird trying to take flight. He was also wearing acid washed jeans.
Inside a Ger, the roof represents the sun and its sunrays.
A nomad we met along the way, he was herding his camels’ home. He was just as curious about us as we were about him.
4-wheel drive came in handy when we drove halfway up a dormant volcano.
Pit stop in a small village.
Meeting a nomad family.
The family home, about 9 family members live in an area the size of my own room.
A small portion of the family, husband, wife and two of their 4 children.
Sometimes it really felt like I jumped in a time machine. 
Boys and their Yaks.
Local horse race.
The roads stretch on and on.
Relaxing outside my Ger. Thanks to Rebecca for this last photo.
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>CIRCA 2007
I was looking through some old artwork and found this. Its background characters from my grad film I did back in 2007. It all seems so long ago...
15.10.10
>Hair Day
I remember growing up and always being forced to get the same old haircut again and again. But one day, I begged and pleaded with my parents to get a haircut I wanted. They eventually agreed, and the result was a shaved head with bangs.
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>Running Man
Last night at the gym I saw a guy running on a treadmill with his arms at his sides, like he was some strange bird trying to take flight. He was also wearing acid washed jeans.
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>The ice cream bike burglar.
One summer as a kid, there were a string of burglaries in my neighbourhood, it ended up being the ice cream bike man. I don't know all the facts, but kids would say the police found popsicle sticks at a bunch of the crime scenes. Fact or fiction, I have no idea, but he was never caught. By the time the police figured it out he was long gone, off to pilfer another neighbourhood.
One summer as a kid, there were a string of burglaries in my neighbourhood, it ended up being the ice cream bike man. I don't know all the facts, but kids would say the police found popsicle sticks at a bunch of the crime scenes. Fact or fiction, I have no idea, but he was never caught. By the time the police figured it out he was long gone, off to pilfer another neighbourhood.26.2.10
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Mongolia Land of the Great Blue Sky
I stayed in Gers for the majority of the trip.
Inside a Ger, the roof represents the sun and its sunrays.
A nomad we met along the way, he was herding his camels’ home. He was just as curious about us as we were about him.
4-wheel drive came in handy when we drove halfway up a dormant volcano.
Pit stop in a small village.
Meeting a nomad family.
The family home, about 9 family members live in an area the size of my own room.
A small portion of the family, husband, wife and two of their 4 children.
Sometimes it really felt like I jumped in a time machine. 
Boys and their Yaks.
Local horse race.
The roads stretch on and on.
Relaxing outside my Ger. Thanks to Rebecca for this last photo.
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