There are too many secrets in this house.

Like the gifts I'm hiding for Adam, in the closet, in my vacant shoes and underneath the sink.

The Christmas of 1995 when I was 11 and my brother Ryan was 9 we went on a treasure hunt. These hunts were almost better than the holiday itself, there was risk involved and there was a lot to lose. We had to be quiet, sneaky and meet at the bottom of the stairs at late hours with our flashlights. This was the year we found the temple of doom. In a few short days Ryan would be receiving an X Box 360 (new to the world of 1995) and I was to receive a karaoke stereo with a TV inside it!

We were caught. All the gifts went back to the store. My parents and Santa treated us to a few things, but they weren't the ones we had been salivating over all year.

Lesson learned: God damn it Adam, don't tell me my gifts are too big to wrap. Your almost ASKING for it.

(I promise I won't look. I promise I won't look. I promise I won't look...)

Ch-ch-ch-changes.

Big things have happened this week, i've been offered an internship by a great Seattle photographer. My final review at Cornish is this afternoon. Its been deep breathing, coffee and a few too many sausage links all morning.

The things in the sky.

Photo by Me


I've been in a bit of a funk lately, looking forward to:

1. Finishing the wrapping of all my homemade gifts.
2. Completing my admission process to Cornish.
3. Vacation and
4. The SNOW that will accompany vacation. (Please mother earth, let there be ridiculous amounts of snow.)

Max is such a great name.

Photo via Scrambledeggsbacon.

I've recently stumbled upon Max Wagner via Oh Joy!. His work, especially the travel photography section of his portfolio gives me butterflies.

P.S. Love the study of shoes.

Long live film.

Lake Coatepeque, El Salvador 2007. Taken with my N2000.

Anderson Farm

This is Anderson farm. My family has been picking raspberries here every August since before I was alive. My grandmother lovingly gardens year around and its such a special treat to spend time with her in her garden. Basically its the only time you'll catch me picking weeds without a scowl on my face. Check out all the rusty farm machinery. So awesome.

Arzola Farm - 9.2009

Bruno and Megan Arzola along with their three young children (their youngest Logan, seen in a few of these shots) farm on some of the most sought after property on Anderson Island. Adam and I spent a long weekend with Edie helping them clean out the last harvest of tomatoes and tomatillos. Lucky us!