I was made to be wide-eyed all the days of my life.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

part II

I write from the basement of a country house in the out skirts of Portland, Oregon. Its chilly tonight, my nose is cold. The very tip of it.

I've been quite terrible on keeping up with things this trip. At least, thats how it seems to be. Funny thing is, I've not taken many pictures. I'm breathing more. Fretting Less.

In Colorado Springs, the elevation is at about 6,000 feet about sea level. Its hard to breathe there, you have to deliberately remind your self to slow down and breath. In, out, in, out, in, out. Its a funny thing, remembering to breathe.  I wondered if thats maybe what heaven will be like.
Not so much, having to remember to breathe, but rather.... breathtaking.
just breath taking.

So, here I am in Portland,
last week was crazy.

I  packed a backpack. A big one.

Took a 22 hour bus ride to Colorado Springs.

Got adjusted. Learned to Breathe.

I made a movie for the really cool people at IPS

and climbed and mountain and then ran down.

snow in september

and then rain

and now I'm in Oregon doing this kind of stuff.

tons of other things happened, like meeting people and crazy bus stories and cutting open my leg while graffiting.
but, i'm pretty tired right now.




  1. Hello,

    I came over from Sarah D.'s blog. Great video!!

    Which Kata bag is that?

  2. Laura, you did an amazing job on that video! Rowan showed it to use the other day, and then of course I have seen links all over the place for it. I love it. =) And your pictures are always so full of life!