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Leo and i traveled around europe for a month and a half last year…
i wished i’d photographed all of the places we stayed
so this trip
i’m doing a better job
This picture is from The Curley Redwood Lodge in Crescent City, CA
(the entire place was made in the 50’s out of ONE TREE)
we stayed here Monday night
a few photos from the WestShore in Lincoln City, OR
where we stayed Tuesday night
are also up in my flickr account
which you’ll get to if you click that image
(or the link on the left bar of my journal)
… the few beach photos were taken right outside of our room
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Today i spent the day with Denny
he told me to go to Agate Beach
and i found it
so he and i walked through the forest to get there
climbing down the cliffs
frost still thick in the shadows
we kept ourselves warm by moving
kicking through the rocks
picking up the pretties
and the driftwood
staring at the sea creatures
watching the tide come in
the waves crashing against the rocks
we were glad we were together
because everyone else on the beach was with someone
girl and boy friend
mom and pop
even the elderly
yeah
we’re glad we do things together
wouldn’t want to be the only sad lonely bastard alone on the beach.
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it’s so easy to point the finger
i’ll listen to “Bang&Blame” for an hour
yeah
it’s not too crazy to accept
no one gave me anything
it’s mine
it’s mine
i do it to myself
i do
that’s why it really hurts
i remember Martin telling me about having lice at a gathering
and he took some mushrooms
and got rid of them
even if it’s a physical manifestation in Reality
doesn’t mean you can’t change it from behind the scenes
behind the scenes.
write it out of the script.
Yesterday
i went out with Jan to see some art by Orr Marshall
(that’s the best image i can find)
free experimental films and his paintings at the Museum here
we ran from that
to get burritos from a nice little place where three cowboys were playing their acoustic and doboro guitars
but we were in a rush over to the Accident gallery to see two Stanley Kubrick films
i’ve not seen his stuff in a while
and it was a major emotional assault
first was Paths of Glory
which i took these pictures from
the men were hot
but as the drama increased
i forgot about that
and just felt terrified at the state of humanity
wow, who knew it was so apparent even then and in France?
(well, i would have suspected…had i been born)
next was The Shining
which i kinda felt like skipping after being so shattered by the first film
but i’d not seen it in years
and Jan was up for it
so we stayed..
..
..
staggering home near midnight
ice on everything
Jan was surprised that i’d found fun free stuff to do in this town the first few days i’d arrived
when he’s been here 3 months
but damn
i know how to survive in a small town if it has Anything to offer
i took more images
attempts
but no fruits
so i’m just including these because the men were stunning..
this guy on top
(repeated again)
reminded me so much of thornyc
i had to write him and tell him
the actor’s name is “Robert Freed”
and no pictures are available of him in this Hotness on the internet
so may these be proliferate…
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