Sometimes I flip through my backlog, and I wonder why I never posted a thing. Recently I had posted an almost symmetrical building in the Alphabets in Portland, and so I figured, why not, it's 1:30 in the morning, let's post more of this.

I was here in April, maybe six months ago? And I was with a fellow photographer and friend, who always had her head in the bushes capturing tiny bugs and making them look big and magnificent.

I miss shooting with her. Maybe I should hit her up once the weather turns out a bit more.

The bit I remembered most about this place is that it had millions and millions of tiny but harmless flies, landing on every surface that would stay still for at least a second. I was sitting on a rock wall down by the sea, watching her shoot things from a distance, while I was sitting there like a dejected android, flies accumulating on my unmoving skin. I had a good time, all things considered, and I got really good at ventriloquism skills cause I never opened my mouth much cause I didn't want to eat anything that would willingly fly into my mouth.

But in isolation, it's a good lighthouse picture.

Thanks for seeing my work!