Fire and mountains and strippers and knives and blah blah blah blah I'm sooo exotic. I just want to watch the fucking baseball game. California blows, vegas is crazy, same ol same ol on the homefront. Stayed in Portland with a friend for a week, many very nice strangers and old friends have inconvenienced themselves and put me up for the night. For this I'm very grateful. No one as of yet has attempted to directly rob or stab me which is always refreshing. All in all this little tour de country is going well.
I'm shooting really weird shit, weird for me atleast. Which probably translates to less punchy work. Taken only like 2 portraits on this thing, none of which I'm psyched on. Dunno whats going on there but I gotta get my shit together and figure out what the fuck I'm doing. Nonetheless I've got an entire new body of work coming together from the summer, seems like its good.
I guess I could write a bunch of ridiculous stories of love, glitter, dinosaurs and angels walking the plains but I'm way too burned out to spin tales.
xoxo
Slowly losing my mind in the desert
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