Just a simple photo but it changed so much in my life - so many adventures, too many 2 AM stumbles to count.
Thanks to all of you.
This was the first ever, with Jasan Spiffy and me as the original Godfathers of Camp. "Long may we rain". This is a Kodachrome slide too, NLA, RIP, gave those nice bright colors...
November on the Collawash
2006 - The 1st Ever IAC NW Camp
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- Post-Industrial Non-Secular Mennonite
- Location: Portland, Ore.
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2006 - The 1st Ever IAC NW Camp
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it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat
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it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat
- DjEep
- IAC Addict!
- Location: Nowhere, Fast
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I almost didn't see the dog.... good camo!
"Live life, love life. Enjoy the pleasures and the sorrows. For it is the bleak valleys, the dark corners that make the peaks all the more magnificent. And once you realize that, you begin to see the beauty hidden within those valleys, and learn to love the climb." - Anonymous
Do you want to Survive? Or do you want to LIVE?
Do you want to Survive? Or do you want to LIVE?
- Xelmon
- Sedna of VW lovers
- Location: LA or Portland, OR
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Sweet picture man, didn't know that it started around then!
Kodakchrome indeed. I forgot how nice of pictures KC made. Too bad that that film has now been abandoned.
Kodakchrome indeed. I forgot how nice of pictures KC made. Too bad that that film has now been abandoned.
- Sylvester
- Bad Old Puddy Tat.
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Great picture, I am all for the photos! Is that leaves on the ground? It looks a little muddy, but the KC may be tricking my eyes. And the urban concrete camo pants, never fools the snipers.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod, The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.