ze german at ze coast

I have been telling the story of how I met this girl, and how I found her in my life, and how we made it to the coast, and back, and waterfalls at night, and how she went back to germany, and so on, and it really all seems so strange. it seems easier to say that it just happened, there was some magic, and I found myself able to spend time with a girl that was wonderful. here's to unlikely meetings, and friends that come out of no where.

EDIT:anna-lena says:

btw its not that difficult:
i know taylor, u know taylor, we look at waterfalls in the night and made out in the rain in front of a stripclub.
how could it be more romantic?

on a mountain, and meeting the sea.

there was a lighthouse, on cape dis appoint ment. we went there for the name. we were not disappointed. beautiful, if more hiking than I was prepared for. and then we went closer to the sea, and it was also beautiful, no?

stevens, my dear friend.

I finally got a halfway decent picture of stevens. it looks like either an ad for coca-cola (send me a check!) or huey lewis (send me a harmonica!), but seriously, I've been trying to take this little man's picture for months and months and months. he's elusive, friends.

so, stevens. a saint, for sure. majestic, he knows his name, he's cuddly as all hell, and aside from an aversion to water in a water bowl, he has no faults. and besides, cat's drinking water out of people glasses is cute, if unsanitary. I haven't seen stevens since last thursday, and I miss him terribly already. tear drops, friends, tear drops.

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.

playing with the mamiya at night, vol two.

trav brought a video show, pretty blur, more pretty blur.

playing with the mamiya at night, vol one.

fuck a flash. dark = low frame's per second. some alright pics, but nothing mind blowing. portland/trav wiggins/judy whatever judy's last name is/justin fowler