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view in downtown, the trees have jerseys on them

at the corner of union and braodway. my mum used to stay here years ago

a p on a bench in the suburbs

school bus racing past in the suburbs of seattle

an alley way in everette

a friendly cat in a bush

a good looking car

lights in the park

isaiah wants uppy!

elouise  unwrapping presents on her first birthday! hip hip hooray!

snotty and happy

ringing bells

what beautiful little hands!

i think she got angry with all the camera flashes

good morning seattle!

under an electricity pylon carrying five thousand volts

in the cascades, we went for a hike

trees

me running on the trail. action photography!

glacier water running downstream

a snow ball in the hand is worth two in the bush

goodbye bandon

the birds on the electricity wires

trees, branches and silhouettes

driving in the rain

the house next door to where my sister was born

the road in glenwood

“this is where the house used to be”

the country side through the window up to potland

in eugene oregon, in a washed up catawampus house in glenwood, adjacent a wheat field and the rail road tracts, stood a house.

this odd little house had eight years previous been washed clear away from its foundations in a flood, and was carried down stream, to where it then stood – the location of this little narrative.

the house, never again to have a solid foundation, was tilted oddly in a field in glenwood, oregon . the field neither in the eugene, nor the springfield municipality was never removed. and that is were it stood, for eight years, abandoned, and askew. over the years, a new house was built in the neighboring plot, and what a contrast it was, old against new, clean against stained and worn, but something that was of no comparison began to grow around the old, stained, washed up house; fruit trees of wild berries, citrus, and nuts, till it was a fruitful orchard, bearing well in season..

then somewhere around eighty six, eighty seven, a group traveling the united states – of which my dear mother and father were a part of – spreading the good words of the scripture, came upon it, and thought that it was good. and so they settled in. made the repairs, hooked the electricity up, and designed ingenius wood burning fires to heat the new home – filled now with joyous laughter, and solemn prayer, although not without some strife and tribulations – for what is a life without these? and in the may, my dear sister was born.
they called her joy that was come in the morning, and danced and celebrated the birth of this beautiful new child.  the joy of the morning, the light that comes after there with – leora; my dear sweet sister.
it is now an empty lot – the house was demolished years ago – next to an old house, that was once new and grand in comparison. the wheat-field has also disappeared and a ups station stands in its place.
i hope that suffices.
xx

the days past, the sun has sunk into the horizon pulling with it the wool over the eyes of the earth, without a ripple, only a faint whisper and it disappeared. the whole whirlwind that the day was, all the business and excitement, all the to and fro, all the tension-ess buzzing has calmed, or subsided, and has been replaced by merry voices, and cheerful retorts at the dinner table. games and food and company are plenty, and will, like the day, slowly wear down till the quiet creeps in, slowly suffocating the sounds of the day, and for a brief time all that make, and contribute to the sound will be far away, elsewhere in the aperture of their mind, softly distant.

today was a day of accomplishment. it started of by passing my drivers, which had been a worry of mine. i really didnt want to fail, the reschedule, then retake, and pay more. so for the last two days i had practiced parking and reversing, trying to get used to this big chunky jeep that i would do the test in. my hands are tender from driving so much, and so assertively. but the test was not even a fraction as difficult as the south african drivers. no parking, no clutch control. no worry of rolling back, just smooth driving. i worried and spent so much time slapping my hands on the wheel. trying to get that oversized green beast into an undersized parking spot.
then my social security number arrived in the post. i envisioned a shiny gold embossed card, stainless steel, intricate engravings, maybe even diamond encrusted. perhaps already in a safe, laser guarded. but it is a flimsy piece of paper, perforated so you can pull it out yourself, with the prized number printed in grey ink, dot-matrix looking. but its the number determines where you are or you arent. and its done. so that is out of the way.
and i now, as of today also have a bank account. cheque and savings. so now with the ducks in a row, all i need to do is fill up the pond.
also, im back in bandon. planning on leaving as soon as possible. i will be headed up to seattle to make some cash to then head on to guatemala. i never would have thought that it would take this long. its really been an experience.
xx

while on an ‘adventure time with sarah marais’, sarah and myself found a jonathan avenue

having fun on the avenue

sarah having fun on the avenue

sarahs pretty little feet

more little feet

view over the clouds flying into portland

out of focus ditto

hello

the desert is beautiful, in the mountains the air is cool, the sky’s are clear, and the vegetation lush. driving through the flat lands and plain come to mind. perhaps unprepossessing it is the best and possibly the most descriptive word to use instead. white washed houses with american flags on the front lawn fluttering timidly in the wind, a sign of this patriotic state, still upright and steadfast in this tumultuous time of indecision and uncertainty.

although there isn’t a feeling of anything on this wind. its not whats talked about, but what should be. even the stones should be crying out by now. and now huxely-esque like, the masses, the proles,the citezens are too taken by sex, self preservation and pleasure, and are blinded to the fact that everything they know could shortly come crumbling to its knees. never the last hundred years has the economy, or the housing market looked as dire, and both to look so abysmal simultaneously even more so unheard of, but life with blinkers for the proles carries on as normal.

sitting here at the airport, the last basket ball game is all thats talked about, its the child covering his eyes and thinking that no-one can see him. there are too many conspiracy theories to be dismissed as just conspiracy theories, and it would seem that they, the labeled conspiracy theorists and madmen, are the only truly concerned citizens. its like a contemporary elie wizels night scene, where they have heard, and it is not a reality until its is on their doorstep, and even then it is removed, until is on them a feral beast.

voting also has been reduced to an idols like status, voting for the best looking candidate, regardless of his policy. and if not looks, its a gambling vote, as to who has more chance of bumping out and replacing the current president, who from among the concerned view, is partly, if not wholly responsible for the state that america has found itself in. troops are being recalled, but a major change will be needed if even a ripple is to be felt in the economy. food stamps and the doll have taken its toll for too long it seems. governments as such must once again ask themselves the question as to whether or not they are a capitalist, or socialist state. after all, you cannot serve two masters.

questions of dollar power, trading and world economy begin to surface. for is not the dollar what any currency is compared to then re-evaluated to arrive at an accurate and true exchange. and is not the dollar what countries with their own economic fallout revert to when things get really bad? but what does this all really mean? it can’t possibly change much. the dollar has always recovered. its only paper and politics right?

the desert sprawl carries on, dry and dusty in this mid winter heat wave. the diamond lake sparkles on the distant horizon shrouded, a silver sliver in the atmospheric haze and pollution that has floated down from los angeles. all the while a tempest slowly percolates to the north west.

xx