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Thank you all for your patience with the lack of posts, we've been super swamped trying to put everything together. I've been in the darkroom cave developing wheelbarrows full of film.
We're looking for a place to show (art, photos, and writing) and if anybody out there (in olympia-land?) has a good space for this, hit us up. If not, we'll have to do it in an alley or something.
Here are some photos for your patience.

on the streets of ess eff

Dolores Park

Sweating 'crete in Glacier



A marijuana trimmer in Garberville, CA

fun stuff

Allright friends, it's back to work for me.

Rolling

Hope you all had a great night of costumes and candy. Liz and I are hunkered down doing some over-due catching up on some writing. We are headed up and over to Garberville today, hopefully we'll get to spend some more time in the Redwoods and get to do a little Sasquatch hunting.

We spent a few nights in the friendliest town I've ever had the pleasure of car-camping in. The locals wake you up with fresh coffee and go out fishing for you. Pt. Arena is chillsville, and is home to the nicest people on the Californian coast. We were given so much love here.



We picked up a new friend, Rolling Turtle, on the way to Pt. Arena. He is a now unemployed history professor (there are too many teachers without work out there). Rolling Turtle plays the meanest mandolin I've ever heard. I was able to find a video of him on Youtube, but it doesn't even come close to doing him justice. I swear we were rolling down the road with pure mandolin-magic flying out our van's windows.