Madeline practices for the blind olympics. Next event: pedestrian slalom.
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.
Madeline (internal): Shit. I have Matt's chapstick in my pocket. Shit! It's melted. Wait, that smells like cherry. I love cherry.
Green is pretty.
There's nothing phallic about this picture.
We take a small detour to the Dagobah system.
Sean realizes he's not in Kansas anymore. Or ever before actually. He's not big on geography.
One of several trillion leaves in the forest. One day I hope to complete the set.
Madeline ponders the meaning of life, the vastness of the cosmos, and that cloud that kinda looks like a penis.
Wet nuts.
The top of yet another waterfall. One of many tempting spots to leap from. Except I hear it's not as fun as they make it out to be in Romancing the Stone. And they had a car. And a Danny Devito at the bottom.
I just love the word 'gorge'. GORGE!
Green is the official color of Oregon. I never figured out why.
The Columbia River divides one section of trees from another. They were once brothers, thick as thieves. But have drifted apart over the years. Get it, because of the water! Drifting! I'm hilarious.
