A little earlier this month Cody got laid off. With the weather still being pretty nice it gave us the opportunity to get out and do stuff during the day. On one particular day we went up to Powell butte and walked around for a while. I shot a roll of color and a roll of black and white. I don't know what happened to that color roll. I'm guessing it got stolen by the ghost at our house. So far the ghost has stolen my jacket, this film, a leathermen, and a couple little green baggies. Hopefully we'll get our stuff back sometime. Who knows. That Casper always seemed like a little fucker to me, and I don't have a Whoopie Goldberg around to talk to the Swayze ghost, so I suppose I'm out of luck. Anyways, these are pictures of stuff. And I'll probably put up more tomorrow when I'm bored.
Listening to: Shank - Lines on a Map
2 comments:
You know, one time I thought we had a house ghost. It turned out someone was just stealing.
Weird.
I love the picture of the tree (first picture after the "Listening To").
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