|This is the only flag photo I'll post, I promise.|
This nine-day trip came about because three factors came together. First, I needed to do some traveling to take care of a provision of my late grandfather’s will (I was quite surprised to find out I was in it at all, but that’s another, much longer story). Second, I had a passport, but had never actually used it to cross an international border (or in this case boundary—apparently those things are very different, but the U.S.-Canada divide is a boundary, not a border, and people get upset when you get that wrong). Third, my flatmate had always wanted to see a live stage performance of a Shakespeare play in the company of someone who understood what the actors were saying.
The next morning, we rented a car at the Oakland airport and started driving up the coast toward the first two major goals of the trip: a stop in the California redwoods for Flatmate and a visit to my great-aunt in Oregon for me. Flatmate, as an experienced long-distance driver and a lifelong scenery junkie, drove while ordering me to photograph vineyards. So here are some vineyards, photographed at high speed from a moving car:
|Not pictured: My white-knuckle grip on the camera.|
|The actual view. Be glad this photo isn't looking straight down.|
|He was coming to inspect our room. And collect ear-scratchies.|
|"I'm glad we found water, but there wasn't a river on the map ..."|
|"That tree has a skull growing out of it.|
WE ARE SO DOOMED."
|My great-aunt's cat, emperor of all Oregon. At least.|
|View from the always-open window of our hotel room.|
It was like living in our own private noir movie ...
|I believe the track was a metal song called "Rogue and Peasant Slave".|
|The word "trees" may also have figured prominently.|
|Library. With totem pole. Because ... yeah.|
|All right, one more Bowen photo.|
|Almost home. Moon over random rocks and subdivisions.|
|Note the sheaf of random notebook paper at the back of the binder|
(the shorter pages). Not part of the manuscript, so there's not THAT much to go ...