On occasion, the pictures aren’t all that great. But the stories behind them always are…
A few years back, I was at a small concert in downtown Portland with a friend of mine. The show wasn’t great so we decided to walk across the bridge to the Yamhill pub on the west side of town. To this date, it was the diviest bar dive bar I’ve ever been to. And I have been to a lot of dive bars.
We spent a couple of hours there hanging out and people watching, then walked back across the bridge at about 1:30 AM. On the way back it was pouring rain and cold and this bicycle was sitting in the middle of the bridge by itself. It was leaning against the handrail. No lock and no owner anywhere in sight. As if it were abandoned.
I thought it was strange that this bicycle was just sitting there in the middle of the bridge and wondered if perhaps someone had jumped off the bridge and committed suicide while we were at the bar. I know for sure the bike wasn’t there when we walked across the the bridge earlier that night. So I took it, and it became my bike. I really liked the classy look of it, the old school Portland vibe it had, and how I randomly found it. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head that what if… what if someone really did jump. So about a year later I googled it. And sure enough, the day after I found the bike an unidentified male body was pulled from the river below.
Perhaps I should have told the police about the bike, but I didn’t. I did however post a story about it on Craigslist to see if anyone would come forward with information, but nobody responded.
Speaking of dive bars, I always thought it would be fun to make a photo calendar of dive bar restrooms. The bathrooms are always disgusting, as expected, but sometimes the graffiti is great. I did in fact spends some time visiting dive bars and photographing some epic restrooms, but I never got around to making the calendar.
When you travel long distances with your bros in search of epic surf spots nobody has ever heard of, and you find one, there is only one rule; don’t tell anyone. This selfie was taken somewhere in Mexico with one of my best friends of all time. If you look closely you can see him lighting his cigar in the drivers seat. And, yes, we scored some amazing waves on this trip. And the VW van only broke down twice.
I took this picture in Puerto Vallarta in the very early months of Covid before everyone was on lockdown. When you see a motorcycle packed up like this, it no doubt has an owner with untold miles of adventure stories. A bike like this, in Mexico, with a European license plate is a rare find. How did it get here? Where is it headed? l waited around for a while to see if the owner would return, but no luck. Later that day I saw an older man, probably in his late 60’s, riding it down the street.
Safe travels my friend, enjoy the ride…
This is a 1990 Toyota Hiace. It’s a right hand drive, 5 speed manual, diesel 4X4. I saw a picture of one online and fell in love with it. A few months later I imported one from Japan and fixed it up. I have had the privilege of owning some very cool toys in my day, and this one was one of my favorites.
This picture was taken in on Mt Hood in the Cascade mountain range just before Christmas when my family and I were out in the forest looking for the perfect Christmas tree.
After many years of this family tradition I learned a very important lesson; perfect Christmas trees are found on Christmas tree farms, not in the forest.
Salmon Festival, Ninilchik, AK. 2021
When I was in the thick of a sad, and unexpected divorce, I found some solitude in friendly faces.
we shared drugs
Speaking of drugs, I took this photo while experimenting with mushrooms for the first time. Or maybe the third.
I remember laying in the bed of my truck and looking at my shoe… for a very long time.
Somewhere in the mountains of Alaska.
What is art?
Silly Tim.
Thats a shark egg
Thats a pool shark
I purchased a small yacht and lived on it for a year in Southern California. Here is what the electrical looked like when I bought it. Completely rusted by the salt air.
Below are the ducks that would swim by the boat every morning asking for a piece of my croissant, or muffin, or whatever I was eating that morning. At least I thought that’s what they were asking for. So I obliged.
This is a famous penis.
Perhaps you recognize it.
The Ventura County Fair. Where locals go to get taken advantage of by foreigners.
‘It’s also a great place to ride rides that were assembled in a few hours by tweakers and meth addicts, who make extra money posting YouTube videos of their rides falling apart and injuring people.
