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.

experienced
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.

so,

peace