DAVIS, CALIFORNIA

A YOUNG PUNK ON THE RAILROAD TRACKS // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

A musician on tour photographs himself on the railroad tracks having gotten up early after a night of no sleep.

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

GUITAR PLAYER AND FRIEND ON BEACH AT SUNSET // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

I believe we drank a small bottle of whiskey and watched the sunset. That is my aunt’s guitar. Those are my friends. I am trying to recollect and learn. I hope it is of service. I’m disabused of the illusion that this will lead to financial security or spiritual authentication. I often have thought of destroying these records because they are some sort of fool’s errand with a false promise. There is a reason to do everything though, and everything is meaningless. We must remember the meaning.

BARCELONA, SPAIN

The day was hot and humid. Emily and I walked around the city and looked at the art and architecture. We saw Antonio Gaudi buildings and anonymous graffiti. We saw a view of the whole city from Park Güell. At night time we played a game of charades with Mikey, his girlfriend, and their friend Matt in Mikey’s apartment. Matt played some country songs on the guitar, and Mikey and I played songs too.

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GRYON, SWITZERLAND

ARCACHON, FRANCE

YOUNG WOMAN ON A SAND DUNE IN FRANCE NEAR THE ATLANTIC OCEAN // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

FENCE ON TOP OF A SAND DUNE OVERLOOKING A LARGE EVERGREEN FOREST // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

ARTISTIC PHOTO GRAPH OF LIGHT AND SHADOW ON THE COAST OF FRANCE // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

YOUNG WOMAN ON THE BEACH IN SUMMER // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

Later I intend on having what I actually wrote in my journal on this day but I don’t have time and right now I want to establish a consistent format for each day captured on here. My recollection is that we went to this beach and Emily water color painted. I swam in the sea. I really liked the color of the forest against the colors of the pine forest and the color of the water. It was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been and also just an absolutely perfect summer day. Be present children. Enjoy every one.

GRYON, SWITZERLAND I went for a long hike with an Australian named Marcus who worked as a hotel manager and could afford to take long, interesting vacations like this one where we happened to be staying at the same hostel in Switzerland in the Alps on the French border. Marcus I remember as being kind, intelligent, and genuine. One of those friends you make right away and maybe never see again. He took this picture and I don’t know why I’m wearing a watch. I don’t identify as a watch wearer even when wearing watches used to be a normal thing to do, but here I am, keeping track of time again, so maybe I just don’t know myself. One more thing, I’m not exactly sure if it was this day, but it was definitely in this place…somewhere in this valley I was walking a lone down a desolate gravel road and there was a driveway a long the side of it that went to a cottage where there was a large vegetable garden and also lots of flowers and artistic relics. A man who by dress, demeanor, skin color, hair style, and voice read as Caribbean waved to me from near the house. It was like he recognized me and was happy to see me. It was very welcoming and mysterious. I don’t want to attach hyperbole to it in retrospect attempting to put it into words. It was really a memorable, and profound experience exchanging that wave with that guy, wondering who he was, and what he was trying to tell me. It could be he was just saying hello. That would be just as good as anything else.