Lost Portraits from Minnesota

Jan and I pretty much stole this camera from the high school he taught at.  Their photography department was no longer using traditional methods.  When I plan on using something I steal to fulfill its original purpose, I call it "liberating".

What I remember most about this trip were all the little tear-offs from the apricot flavored rolling papers falling into my lap on the airplane home.

This wall was a really cool color.  It's alright in black and white too.

It's important to wear a seat belt, I guess.  Dying in a car crash probably isn't as exciting as it sounds.  It just doesn't seem very sporting.

Sunny Smoky Morning

He couldn't fall back asleep.  The first he remembered thinking about was an old cabin.  It was now his, but wasn't always.  It was cursed, or rather, it held cursed objects.  The objects were letters or maybe books.  They had to be destroyed.  The thought was terrifying.

Then, all he could think about was learning how to skateboard.  What type of clothing should he wear?  Would it be a good idea to wear pads?  Would they be comfortable?   Do other skateboarders wear them?  It was quite a moment of regression.

Eventually, he left bed.  It would still be a few hours until the sun came up.

Main Event