19th & Lawrence.
19th & Lawrence.
Alton Baker Park, near the duck pond.
Marly outside of Morning Glory restaurant near the Amtrak station.
Shovel at rest. Late afternoon, 16th & Lincoln.
As Daniel’s bipolar pendulum swings wildly to Angry, he is filled with uncontrollable rage and threatens to drop Izzie off the edge of the world if his running socks are not returned IMMEDIATELY.
Having grown used to his rages, the other dinosaurs decide to wait this one out. Besides, their lives are too busy to find the socks–which would mean cleaning their rooms–and get enough sleep + work out at the gym + talk to their significant others for four hours on the phone every night.
Meanwhile, the beast lurks for Izzie.
Happy Birthday, mi cielo. My wish for you is the same wish I have for myself this year, “patience with life.” Te amo, tanto.
Dahlia lived in a world constructed from her own imagination. This made washing bowls all day long effortless as long ago she had learned to switch her consciousness from mundane to fan·tas·ti·cal.
Faucetgirl. 17th & Mill.
In other news: three massage classes left to go. This term, I am taking Pathology I as an independent study from the new massage therapist for the UO Track team! I am really looking forward to learning from him.
After years of service, Buster the Chair is carried out to the sidewalk and left there, exposed, and alone. He wonders what he did wrong. He doesn’t like the sidewalk or the smelly cars that pass by. In fact, he’s a bit agoraphobic and homesick. He misses the bottoms he used to support, the hours of television, and the buzz of friendly conversation. He wants to be taken back in.
But things will only get worse for Buster the Chair. He’s on his way to the dump, the worst place a homesick, agoraphobic chair can end up in. His only comfort will be Lila, the chair below, as her position next to him will shade Buster from the noonday sun and the various streams of urine visited on her by the non-spayed and abandoned dumpster dogs.
Chairs of students moving in and out the week before Fall Term begins.
17th Street and Hilyard.
Pioneer Cemetery. University of Oregon.
Heart Dumpster. Community Garden near Autzen Stadium.
5th Street Public Market mural, Eugene, OR.
Buddha with moles.
Cornucopia outside seating. 17th & Lincoln.
You never know whom you’ll bump into at the Mac counter.
Irene left with two reds, hand-in-hand with Grampa Howie.
Headstones. Pioneer Cemetery, University of Oregon.
Later I thought, what one defining word would I want on my headstone? I came up with Pilgrim (although Charlatan, already taken by a good friend of mine, is another fine choice).
Line of trees on hill near Owasso Bridge.
Walking with Maren and Dario along the path near Owasso Bridge.
Chair. Lincoln Alley.
I have decided to continue this photo-blog.
Keelin, here is the sheep I was telling you about.
In Pozos, it is common to see a man walking a group of 30 or so goats or for a woman to be strolling with three or four of her sheep. They don’t mind having their picture taken.