here, is where we are.........

so i calls up some homies of mine and let them in on my 10-4, and we decide to hit the road together.  we stopped off in selma, california to take in some freshness, we had a gander at some local art.
after feasting for a couple of days on some sleep and sunshine we were on our way south where we stopped off to pick up my friend sexy steve.  when we showed up he was reading and was little irritated at our unexpected arrival but he also decided to come along for the ride.
there aint nothing inbetween la and nogales except a buncha sand and the occasional cow, so i ain't  gonna bore yous with the details of those four days, but needless to say my buddy charlie kept me occupied. 
after three days of dusty driving south of the border we stopped at punta perula and cracked open a bottle whoop ass and washed it down with a little pig sweat, oops why am i coughing?  why are all of these people wearing masks?  why is everybody's story different?  is this gonna help the economy?  hasta luego cabrones...........

only one way to go......

so after a few wonderously warm and sunny days in the forest i needed to get back to the concrete and wax that is the city, so we headed south and found this awesome place just off the road, when we saw this sign, it sealed the deal, this was where we were going to call home,
after rolling out the carpet for our arrival, we got a few things in order and decided on some dinner, hmmmmmm, how about mexican! yum.  
looks like charlie doesn't like bean burritos..........

hello my name is sophie

hello my name is sophie, and i have taken over this blog for awhile because this "essemm" fellow has gotten too lazy to do much of anything anymore, so i am going to regale you with the tales of my travels.  so we (this family i am traveling with) left portland OR on a cloudy friday and landed on the first night in this wonderful place called castle crags.

my friend charlie, really loved his first taste of mountain air and rosy cheeks.

rocks are cool...............

ticking talking.......

anticipatory glee, the edge of everything seems to rest upon these few moments, they might tell all if given the space or weight, a comeback, revisit the past in order to see the future.........

give and recieve......

there is something else here, it lives in the spaces in between all that is familiar to the everyday, it might be what keeps us alive, or it might be waiting in the wings to be next...............

the space between........

the consequences of contact are unmistakable, clouding an appreciation for the treasures of youth, although flexible beyond comprehension, our fluid existence is infallible in it's movement.................