all the nothing that i do

the images left over from that roll of 35 mm film ...


the world through gold-colored glasses.

oregon's capitol park as the cherry trees bloom.

i need some summer sun to come and wake me up

i just got a roll of 35 mm film developed. on it, i found this lovely lady. more to come.

california sunrise - dirty beaches

run deep, run wild

there's something about time. you always feel like you have it. and then, suddenly, you don't. while i was gone, i thought a lot about the things that i wanted to do once i got back to portland. i wanted to get a photo show up, i wanted to do more stenciling, i wanted to try my hand at some wheatpaste, i wanted to ride my bike more often, i wanted, i wanted, i wanted.

i wanted to go camping.

now that i might be leaving again, there's a new sense of urgency about these things.

wheat paste city, u.s.a.

into the woods

there's something about the northwest landscape that is just so humbling. all photos were shot near battle ground lake in washington.

oh, hey there, tumblr

casey and i have taken to sending each other e-mails full of links to things we think are nice looking. it's been fun. but you know what's even more fun? filling a tumblr with pictures of them.

check out suitcase. (oh, and maybe follow us?)

honey wine and honey bees

kate being lovely in ethiopia. (july 2010)

-i remember a bee finding its way into your pocket and that sound you made when you realized what had happened.

-i remember you slipping off you pants to show me the welt on your thigh. i remember thinking it looked like it hurt a lot.

-i remember having too much honey wine to drink and deciding that the stairs of a stadium were as good a place as any to take a rest.

-i remember you coming to find me.

-i remember sitting in the front of a van wishing you had a seat belt as the driver hit the breaks to avoid driving through a circle of vultures.

-i remember drinking too much coffee. and then drinking some more.

-i remember throwing books at a cloud of winged bugs and wishing we'd stayed in the nice hotel.

-i remember us trying to track down the kids that stole your camera and then resigning ourselves to the fact we'd never find them.

-i remember listening to ethiopian jazz, sort of like this song.

-i remember you taking pictures with your disposable camera and then handing it over to me. take one of me as i walk past this fence, you said. and i did.

my mother at her best

i don't remember how old i was, only that i was young. it was early in the morning, i stumbled into my mom's bathroom. like i would most every morning back then, to watch her apply her make up, get ready for the day.

'morning!' she says.

i sat on the carpet, blinked the sleep away.

'what was that on your back?' she asks.
'what?'

i stood up and turn around.

'oh my god, are you ok? you don't feel it?'
'what?!'
'there's a huge hole on your back. oh wow, it looks really deep. we should call an ambulance.'

i crawl onto the counter, trying to catch myself in the mirror, running my hands over the parts of my back i could reach. i'm panicked.

'i don't see any blood!'

she smiles. (smiles!)

'april fools.'