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dear aubrey, when will your phone work again?

autumn

did you say dissertation on healthcare?

Coniferous Thank You

thank you heather morrill, marissa, and jason for camping trips (and the best summer ever) that allowed me to make the photos. thank you may for always being excited and encouraging. thank you olivia for making beautiful photos. thank you grandpa for coming to my show and for taking photos (because i forgot to). thank you mom (also for taking photos), dad, andy, jonny, tanja, guillermo, paul, heather thomas, and everyone who made it down on opening night. also, thank you everyone who went to see the show throughout october, your interest and support is always appreciated.

the day after halloween

drove

i did drive all the way to larch mountain and back in heather's car, thank you!

driver

a few days ago i finally got my drivers license. i want to drive somewhere far away now. even though it is raining and cold and i wish it was spring and tall grass time i will drive somewhere far away!

museum girls

this june while in new york i finally made it to the american museum of natural history. why had i not gone before? it was so amazing! all those preserved animals with beautiful landscape painting back rounds. glory. it was strange to see so many children with video cameras running around taking pictures of everything. i felt like i had stepped into the future, especially being in a museum where everything is old and preserved. seeing a life sized painting of some of the first interactions european settlers had with native americans brought up strange emotions. those old feelings of anger and regret for something i had nothing to do with. i don't know if those feelings will ever go away.

ecstatic calm

natalie

voice to chill and goosebump.

gift

last day at rooster rock

the time for space heaters and layers has arrived. yes, i am sad. my last visit to rooster rock for the season seems to have been the last trip heather and i made out there- which was an incredibly windy, but warm day. it was the most surreal day in the sun i have ever had. when we arrived we realized it was very windy and we weren't sure if we would be able to lay out. indeed the sand was blowing all up and down the beach, stinging out ankles and getting in out teeth. the only people that were in the beach were the wind surfers with their big kites and wet-suits. we almost left. but instead we wandered into the bushes and found a place where there was sand and sun, blocked from the wind on all sides. it was like being in a little sandy pocket of jungle, the sun was hot, but the sound of the leaves rustling with the wind was deafening. after a while of laying naked on our towels other naked people began to wander through intermittently. it was strange because you never saw them coming, they just appeared out of the bushes, also looking for a sandy sunny place with wind shelter. all of the sudden heather yelled "THAT MAN JUST TOOK A PICTURE OF US AND RAN AWAY!" i was lazily reading and the sun was making me sluggish but i swear i heard a man rumble-chuckle from a distance. i turned over and asked her what she was talking about. she repeated her exclaim and told me to take my camera and get a picture of him. so i got up with my camera and started running in the direction she pointed. there were big messy foot prints in the dry sand. someone had definitely been running away. i kept running as fast as i could in the sand, the sun was shining down hard on me and blinding me, the wind was rustling the bushes all around and i couldn't hear anything else. suddenly i stopped in the middle of the thickest part of bushes and realized i was totally naked and without shoes, chasing after some man who could potentially be very large and quite a bit stronger than me in a hidden and strange place. what was i thinking. i felt like i was in some 70's occult movie just before the scene changes to something really bizarre or horrific. i snapped a picture of the grasses and bushes in the bright bright sun and ran back to our safe pocket in the sand. after that heather and i ran out of our safe place and took the 60 yards to the water despite the reckless sand blowing all around. we ran and jumped into the white capping water and swam like it was the ocean. we whooped and hollered and did it again and again. this was the last day of rooster rock for the summer. 8 months until hot sand and naked cart-wheels can happen again. and fyi, this is the tannest i have ever been.

Coniferous- Opening night Thursday October 1st

Nicole Mark


Olivia Bolles

"In conjunction with Bark's 10th anniversary and its continuing effort to preserve Mount Hood National Forest, Stumptown Coffee has invited Oregon natives and Portland photographers Olivia Bolles and Nicole Mark to go get lost in the woods. The work they brought back as Coniferous illustrates what they do best: Bolles' first hand depiction of adolescence in her Northwest surroundings and Mark's documented concern for man and nature's coexistence." - Curator May Juliette Barruel

Photos up through October 1st, but come by opening night and say hello to Olivia and I.

non coniferous

here are a few medium format photos that are not in the Coniferous show at Stumptown this October.

hope

gripped and pulling. wrapped up in hope and patience. it will be how it will be, and any way is okay. these tree parts somehow remind me of my favorite egon schiele painting.

ja mogu osjetiti povući vas zgrabiti.

mud day at rooster rock

where did you come from

don't even try

last night i had a dream that i was hanging out with snoop dog.
i'm not even kidding. we went to a movie, but it wasn't a date. but he did suggest that we better hold hands, for show. his fingers were long and skinny and his skin was smooth. that was all.

play

a toy camera i found in my house, a roll of expired hp film, and one high energy day in june with my mom and andy.

goodbye trisha

luckily you aren't going too far! kiss. this is supposed to be about trisha leaving, but it's also about what a hot mama lo is and how she is the bestest wildest dancer. dirty soon, girls.