white salmon swimming under our feet

here is a giant metal salmon. i think it speaks to the sort of place valdez, alaska is. (a good place.)

all year long we wait for sun

a couple months back i helped a friend plant a field of sun flowers. they started blooming about a week ago. yesterday, i went out and took a few shots with some of the impossible project film. i'm still getting a handle on it, but i liked the look of a couple of them.

don't wanna miss out

i'm really into these portraits that i've just started shooting. but i only have nine more exposures of this sort of polaroid film, so i'm choosing my subjects carefully. this go around: the lovely talitha luisa.

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.

another sad-eyed stare before you disappear

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.

we washed up on messy beaches

i like the way the distance from the camera became larger and larger over the few minutes these photos were shot. this is how, i told jessica, her friends looked on her 30th birthday.

megan


jessica


ryan (shot by jessica.)

the summer's getting older

i imagine just about everybody in portland has a favorite bridge. this is mine. when you drive east over it, if the sky is clear enough, the arches almost perfectly frame mt. hood. i think it's mt. hood, anyway. then there's the park they built underneath the bridge, around its massive concrete supports. beautiful stuff.

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.

been dreaming of blue skies

shot on tz artistic with my sx-70

tonight, i watched the sky explode from this bridge. hopefully that means summer is here.

come on, come on

i just got this note from my mom: "you need to update your blog:) Rye Guy"

she's probably right; she usually is.

sweet things in the summertime

mornin' - starslinger

hands off

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.