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Progressive Culture | Scholars & Rogues 
A close-up of the Cincinnati Bengals’ new corduroy uniforms?
acid washed jeans?
tennis shoes? chuck taylors or vans?
The inside of a bicycle tire or the floor mat in a truckstop restroom on I-70?
@ubertramp: Thanks, Alex, I’ll take Places Not to Go for $1000.
The base of an early 90’s burton safari.
You guys need to get out more. It’s a feather. Specifically a hawk’s feather.
DAMN. I’m too late, and I knew this one. I work with feathers a lot.
Also, I was an habitual gatherer as a kid – stones, fossils, feathers, snake skins, acorn caps, pine cones, locust shells, leaves, seed pods, even a mouse skull once. That was major. We spent a lot of time outdoors in creeks and woods and fields. I always had something in my pocket when we got home.