back to where i've been

i've been trying to clear away all the photos from last year, put them in their little digital folders for safe keeping and forgetting, and make room for new images and new places and all the new that a new year brings. i realized, though, that many of them never made it on here. so before i shut them away for good, i'm going to a do a few posts dedicated to these digital remnants.

walk the old way

i came outside to find the covered spa covered in pieces of forest. in leaves and flowers and moss and branches and bark. then i watch as the pieces were reassembled. you probably can't improve on the way nature puts things together, but i don't think that's any reason not to spend a few sunny hours trying.

and we are far from home but we're so happy

i want to put my hands deep into feeling

i've been unintentionally documenting my summer in textures; casey pointed out the running theme to me. in chronological order:

the cracked crust of a painted hill in eastern oregon.

the cracked crust of a different painted hill.

sand the way tide left it at cannon beach on the oregon coast.

the bark of a tree in the columbia gorge.

the ice of a glaciar just outside of palmer, alaska.

the ground near the bluffs of doe bay on orcas island, off the coast of washington state.

it's ok to fly low

all of this exists within a three hour drive of where i live.

it's always just on the horizon

painted hills in eastern oregon, shot on 600 film with my sx-70. the photos don't do the colors justice.

i heard it was a real good time

there's something about overexposing film in the summer that just feels right. not sure why exactly. it just seems to me that summers should be washed out. whatever it is, it's only amplified when you set a polaroid frame around it. i took these shots of the always-surreal oregon coast last weekend while my mom was in town. they were taken on 600 film with my sx-70. to me, they look like summer.

the haystack.


the beach houses the face the ocean.


my mom.

meanwhile, some friends of mine have written a song that has worked its way into my head and now sounds a lot like these pictures look. if that makes sense.


a real good time - basement babies

we had a real good time. we had fun.

i walk upon the river like it's easier than land

the sun was golden and matilda's hair was red, so what else was there to do but take photos? all of these were shot on 600 film with my sx-70.

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.

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.

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.