i've tickled my fancy

I believe that everyone has a universal need to belong, and where one feels "in" with "it", if it could be more simply put, depends on your own personal experience. Where I settle and belong, I shall remain....its just the question of getting there.

This weekend, I accompanied my dear friend Amber up to Southern Orgeon after she so spontaneously asked me a few days before if I would be interested in going. Without question I agreed (as I enjoy tickling my adventurous spirit), and before long we were putting on up the lonely and open roads of Highway 5.

Oregon, man...is it something else. I romantically find myself in love with the place, as it remains in many places untouched, and unbothered, its character secured deep within its lush green forests. The place; slowed to more of a graze or shmoozing appeal was in fact the most noticeable trait in Ashland. Everyone just walks around in an enjoyable state of being, no rushing here or there, no loud booms or need to be heard seen touch felt noticed etc. No pompous dicks or arrogant bastards, thank you jesus.

the best part; we shacked up in a land sprawled home with a farm fit for a king! Dan had live chickens, a vineyard, apple orchards, and every imagineable vegtable growing in abundance from the ground. I was in heaven. I have soon to go back, hopefully for a ski trip when the mountains are blanketed under fresh powder. And for a fresh breath of air to say the least.

twas a beautiful day in the neighborhood

days like this in san francisco...(that is)

without the gloomy dismal grey floating above...

makes me quite happy living here

splendid.

sometimes

Sometimes

I feel like this. Do no look at me, I do not exist. I do not want to face the world today, and deal with...anything. I do not like you, I do not like what you stand for. You suck, and I want nothing to do with you.

back and forth

the cyclical journey that i refer to as school has begun its path yet again. to alleviate the typicalities of sitting in too small of seats, note-taking, memorization of useless facts and the like..I've added a rather exciting addition this semester; that being Photojournalism. With a new Canon Rebel in tow and a knack for discovering this crazy city I dwell in, I'm thinking this semester will be one huge visual orgasm.

My professor, an interesting breed: a beefy "surfer dude" who works for the Contra Costa Times has the breezy, easy going appeal that brings extra room for creativity and isn't so caught up in the formalities. (phew!) Just what I do not need, is another teacher stuck in these pre-formatted molds. 

So great!... picture taking, story telling, moseying about the streets of San Francisco shooting through the lens; the path of my existance.