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hello, hello. i've switched platforms. i'll be uploading my photography to my new tumblr, Selvfølgelig, from now on.

I suppose I may pick it up again with the tigers, leopards, lions and lynxes, but for now you may follow me around here.

xø, alison

as the season shifts lonely minds will drift

(1) dead heads on main street

(2) waiting at baba sweets for our samosas

(3) a charming non-passive non-agressive just-right note at black dog video on commercial drive

we, the prospectors

a couple weekends ago, 

four of us went deep into nowhere, british columbia

where a prosperous gold town flourished many decades ago.

today, there are forty-one people still living in goldbridge

there's a bar, a general store, two tire shops

the hotel is closed on sunday.

we took a four-wheel truck, a guitar, a board game, 

and about one hundred beers

there's a whole range of abandoned miners homes 

all crumbled in on themselves

a mine shaft, alot of rubble

the landscape was so marvellous

the glacial mountain caps held a bit of snow

the poplar trees were bright fucking yellow

...

colour overload

keep calm and carry on

november goals:

go to portland

find a good job, not just any job

bake myself a birthday cake

write more often

run

*

oh

these photos

are from tofino, british columbia

where we surfed one weekend

he was a natural

& i will be better next time! 

west west west west

HM! Today is one of those tiny resolution-making Saturdays.

Today's reminders to myself: resist the urge to take photos in unadequate light, buy international stamps, sew on missing buttons, study danish diligently, wash my hair.

(These photos: lynn canyon, squamish, shannon falls, ubc)

dead heads

today was a wednesday. i picked up lots of film, watched kanye west's saga of a music video, googled beatles'-lady-madonna+sublime's-what-i-got, read up on the guinea presidential election, and listened to dusty sprinfield's 'son of a preacher man'  about two thousand times.