Portland, hiking, waterfalls, goonies, and kickball. What more can you ask for out of a state?
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Flying to Portland, I notice water underneath and feel a great sadness that Pete, my rubber ducky, is not with me to share the moment.
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Safely on the ground, the first thing I photographed was another camera. My metapowers are vast!
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Madeline's bedroom window. Her life is a constant game of cat and mouse with BB-gun snipers.
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After several attempts to purchase a large bird for the sole purpose of eating this yellowjacket, I was resigned to the fact that we would be roommates.
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Matt ponders fine art, politics, and whether or not his chapstick melted in his back pocket again.
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Mike: Ca..Cap...Capitulate. It means to masturbate furiously with toothpaste. You're welcome.
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And this was before the wine.
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Madeline practices for the blind olympics. Next event: pedestrian slalom.
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The Volkswagen corporation has my permission to use this in their ads. Provided they drive a Jetta full of cash into my driveway first. That is all.
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Madeline (internal): Shit. I have Matt's chapstick in my pocket. Shit! It's melted. Wait, that smells like cherry. I love cherry.
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Green is pretty.
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There's nothing phallic about this picture.
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We take a small detour to the Dagobah system.
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Sean realizes he's not in Kansas anymore. Or ever before actually. He's not big on geography.
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One of several trillion leaves in the forest. One day I hope to complete the set.

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