Sauvie Island, pt. 4

This was some nice grass, which, oddly, we didn't have any of. Grass. We were not stoned! Can't a guy just walk around some farm land and take dreamy pictures not on weed?

Crisp was fascinated with this refuse pile. He took out his camera to take some pictures and made fun of me for taking a thousand pictures instead of like a dozen. "You have to actually take pictures of things that exist, instead of a bunch of air," he would say. He also chided me for always taking pictures into the sun, instead of having it at your back. HEY CHRIS, WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?
ah Jesus

Whooooos laaaaaaughing naaaaaaaow?

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