jesse cutter.

I met this kid years ago, broken down on the side of the road in virginia, he from lullville and me from port land, and his charm shined through right off the bat. I mean, there was probably grease all over it, so maybe "shined" isn't the right word, but I'm sure you know what I mean. somehow, a couple of years later, we conned him into packing up all his tools and broken motorbikes, and dragging it all out to portland. and he hasn't taken off that bandanna since. hell, I even think he had it on before he left for the trek out here. hell of a good dude, with a speech pattern and a laugh that warms yer soul.

scooter races, part two, chinon:

man, this camera did NOT do well. unless my desire was to have blurry colors across an empty track, or unless the scooter kids were going 12 million miles an hour the whole time. ah, well. Some nice shots:

to be projected behind me, as I read poetry about travel.

the road continued on forever, as we whistled along, the low car hugging the ground, smashing into it occasionally, when I found a patch that was raised to high, or dropped too low. the tires were perhaps low on air to begin with, and the miles we had put on her had lost the small amount of tread they had once possessed, but we didn't have the option of stopping, not with our cargo so desired by the people at the end of the line, people not used to waiting, and who would pay considerably less even if they were left wanting for minutes. she chewed her nails and asked me how much farther? I smiled and flipped the dial, finding a station playing james carr, somehow, and told her that it wouldn't be much longer. she pulled a cigarette from the pack, and for the twelve millionth time tried to use the broken cigarette lighter. this time, instead of putting it back in it's sheath, she rolled down the window, threw it out, and I noticed it tumble off of the bridge, and into the pacific ocean, as we drove further south.

the ocean, a wash.

went to the beach. well, went to the mountains near the beach. somehow couldn't actually find the beach, but here are some pictures from afar.

mal capell

malarie is awesome. and no, I don't know if that's how you spell her name. I fuck it up all the time. but however it is, she's rad, she doesn't take any shit, but she's got a heart of gold. if I ever owned a diner, I would hire her to be my head waitress, so she could call everyone darling, and when they ordered something she didn't like, she could say, "no, honey, that tastes like shit, you're getting the hashbrowns and waffles". I'd be a millionaire over night. also pictured here in the distance, jesse cutter, and a sort of visible kim.

it's empty

I like it.

watertastical 3,2,1

I was playing in the river, with a camera. how much more fun could I have?

emilie and i at the river house of alexis wrekk:

yeah, this roll sat around for a while, as the river house pictures were from a bit back. oh well.

burnt to a crisp

ya'll remember the chinon? well, I've been trying to work it into the photorotation a bit more, with interesting results. trees. oh, and last time I didn't know exactly what kind of chinon I was rocking. CHINON 35EE picture of the model here.

I got a new camera!

this actually happened before the rally, but I figured I'd keep all the rally whatnot in the same spot. I got a CHINON though I don't have it in front of me to tell the model. here's the best pics I got from it's first roll, including one I took using the timer! it still works! love it, so much. thank you goodwill for the $5.00 camera that is actually 20 times better than the SPECIAL MOMENTS. now I just have to get better with the lens, as a lot of shots came out blurry as fuck. still, I'm digging it so far.