happy valley (a continuing exploration sept part 3)

a couple more happy valley shots. I gotta find another magical place, or wait till all the leaves change colors. don't wanna end up boring people.

the world is so chaotic.

who doesn't love chaos?

nature!

I keep getting really bored at work, and therefore taking way too many pictures in an effort to keep myself entertained. Some of the results are good, some are mediocre, it's to be expected. but it's getting way too expensive, and I should really just download some books on tape or something. the top is my favorite, Gresham, then a hill that was AMAZING to moped down, between Estecada and Sandy, then a picture that I can't stop looking at because I can't tell if I like the yellow line being wonky like that, or if I hate it, and some sweet field action.

random country photos

on a lot of these, I like the prints better, the color, or washed outedness comes out so much more in print. Ah well. Near Molalla, OR.

it really can't be that safe to take pictures while driving.

pretty though, right?

so, I bought a camera, for twenty-five cents.

how's about a twenty-five cent camera, a dollar sixty-six for film, and ten dollars for developing? one of these things is not like the others. in order: traveling 60 mph around a curve might not be the best time to take a picture, I'm angry that it's only crab apples in my yard, jason's el camino got lightning bolt tastic, across the street and back in time, emilie really likes the blue of the sky. all in all, my $100 camera takes better pictures. does it take 40,000% better pictures? yeah, actually. the quarter camera does have it beat on quick shots, though. things that I'd have to think about with the lomo, I can just aim at half assedly while driving with the cheapo. I think I'll keep it around so that I can take pictures out my car window or something, but I already feel like I've got my $.25 worth out of it.

i'm really in love with mt. scott and happy valley:

continuing in the docu mentation of why the two fall into the "zach's favorite parts of portland" category.

the sentence was a bit awkward.

saturday, at straight to black out, you'll see:

someone get me a job making postcards.

this one obviously needs something about jesus or some road less traveled poetry written on the back. WIZH U WERE HERRRRREEEEEEEE! on a serious note, it was beautiful.

the farms to the west, the good land, the good earth, the good life.

I don't have much to say about these, as I think they're just pretty. I love that just outside of Portland is a beautiful farm land. the bottom one, though it's a bit too dark, is of an old barn, which is something I picked up from my dad. I think if someone would pay him to go around photo graphing old barns, he'd be the happiest camper ever. and now I drive around the country side, looking for half abandoned, have fallen over buildings to steal images of. there are worse hobbies.

mt scott!

ah, mt scott. I used to ride over him when going to the produce job. my first Cutter ride I led was up and over 92nd, the Kinetic going slow, indeed. Clackamax, with ol Scott as the thing that needed to be gone up before we could enjoy the down. Bombing down this hill here, a stock bike could wind out to almost 50. ZOOM.

this is the easy part

the bottom of the great down hill. if you're here, you're near home. well, you're near the 55mph four lane highway that will take you home.

troll bridge after the great down hill

we went to test ride a ride today. Is it uphill? Do cars accelerate uphill at 45 mph an hour if their automatics? How many people in this car are high? And why are these breaks smoking so much? Rally car truck down the great downhill, and at the bottom, the train bridge, the troll train bridge, and there it is.

also, LtoR: sabatino, kim, miguel, brodeo (feet only), new kid maggie, vic (feet only), magic bryan.

mufflers, son.

I drive for a living now. The driving is awesome. I love it. I love being paid to drive around, look at pretty things, learn how the suburbs are laid out, try to understand why people live out there, shop at weird stores that they don't have in Portland. Talking on my cell phone to people I don't have the time to talk to on a regular basis. It's great. I could do without the rest of the job, being in the warehouse for an hour and a half every morning, loading trucks, showing up to the stops with the wrong paperwork, not enough paperwork, or incorrect paperwork. But yeah, the driving? It's amazing.