Cross Country part II

Back now from Wisconsin again. These last few weeks have brought back the feeling that I live only in airports, and everything that happens between the baggage claim and the concourse are like extended dream sequences. The flights and waiting rooms that are my duller waking hours keep everything seperated -- the dreams can never touch -- and allow me to see everything in clearvision. After I'm swept up into a destination again, I can only remember past voyages with a vauge uncertianty, like dreams within dreams.
The food usually isn't as expensive there, though.

Here's the rest of the photos from my trip to Oregon.


Me in an old family reunion shirt from Clear Lake. Walking to and from the beach and various cabins my aunts, uncles and cousins were staying in I often thought about how great it would be to live close to each other all the time, to share meals and look after kids, to go for walks with whoever else was out walking, and to join in kiteflying wherever we should find it. I knew that it probably couldn't exist in the long-term, but for that weekend I couldn't help but pretend.


Aunt Kathy, cousins Lisa and Matthew, and cousin Summer's kids Simon and Serena in the background. yes, Oregon beaches are quite cold and Kathy is as bundled up as she could get trying to escape the wind. All the same, we spent a few hours lost in sandcastling. The little kids enlisted me to help build moats, but soon I was engrossed in the whole thing, carving walls and plateaus and watch towers in wide expansive curves.


meanwhile, the wind carved its own sorts of sand castles.

More pictures here: yahoo photo album. If anyone knows of a better way to share a lot of pictures, please let me know!