SPOTTINGS

My dad sent me these videos filmed via motion-sensor from the fences of our farm(s) and before they even played I recognized our land and trees and grass.





I love deer and venison and look back fondly on avoiding the hunting part. Sort of wish I had that choice right now. Im always wishing for a wolf-ish pet to follow me around. They have a stoic way of being which I could use as some protection. The lure of the coyote call haunted me long ago as I laid in bed at Grandma Jackie's farm. Simultaneous to the howling was mooing from the herd and a hissing wild cat fight beneath my window sometimes. No peace in the real world can compare to all those comforting natural reactions. Its primal out here now, in a different way than I remember. Still looking for a lullaby.

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complex twitter vernacular and awful image presentation.
i refuse.

but im looking forward to letting go of the internet.
its already happening.
thanks for finally making me feel internet illiterate!
truly many thanks @youknowwhoyouare

PORTLAND

playboy rose is scarlet and gold.
cant believe i missed the garage rock festival last night!
roky erickson delight!?

via anambitiousprojectcollapsing
via public collectors
via Documentation of Things Left Behind
Mike Benedetto showcases his son's creations.
Endearing work by a four-year-old and charming collection
by his father. This photo reminds me of playing with my sister.

And this next photo reminds me of my birthday, celebrated this
week in Portland with some of my favorite people!