1. Timberline Lodge

  2. Cows and Mt. Hood

  3. Mt. Hood as seen through my car window

  4. Mt. Hood

  5. Mt. Hood from Trillium Lake as a storm rolls through. More from Oregon soon to come.

  6. She loves the blues

  7. Late evening Beale St.

  8. Monument Valley Planet

  9. Fireworks

  10. Coney Island

  11. Maryland crabs


  12. "'One fast move or I’m gone’, I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can’t learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimism you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca you drink, or Mescaline you take, or Peyote goop up with— That feeling when you wake up with the delirium tremens with the fear of eerie death dripping from your ears like those special heavy cobwebs spiders weave in the hot countries, the feeling of being a bent back mudman monster groaning underground in hot steaming mud pulling a long hot burden nowhere, the feeling of standing ankle deep in hot boiled pork blood, ugh, of being up to your waist in a giant pan of greasy brown dishwater not a trace of suds left in it—The face of yourself you see in the mirror with its expression of unbearable anguish so hagged and awful with sorrow you can’t even cry for a thing so ugly, so lost, no connection whatever with early perfection and therefore nothing to connect with tears or anything: it’s like William Seward Burroughs’ ‘Stranger’ suddenly appearing in your place in the mirror- Enough! ‘One fast move or I’m gone’ so I jump up, do my headstand first to pump blood back into the hairy brain, take a shower in the hall, new T-shirt and socks and underwear, pack vigorously, hoist the rucksack and run out throwing the key on the desk and hit the cold street…
    I’ve got to escape or die…"
    — Jack Kerouac, Big Sur
  13. Boat day

  14. Lights and moon from last night

  15. Re-watching this gem: Paris, Texas. 

    (Source: piratetreasure)