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Jellyfish aka 'sea jellies', Santa Cruz, CA.

Jellyfish aka 'sea jellies', Santa Cruz, CA.

Jellyfish aka 'sea jelly' if you're an insufferably didactic snob, in Santa Cruz, CA.

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Oregon. Garter snake.

Puget Sound apartment complex parking lot.

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near Vik, southern coast of Iceland

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Actor headshots.

Actor headshots.

Political candidate headshot.

Actor headshots.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Actor headshots.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Headshots for a college's international exchange program.

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Baba Yaga'ing out. Grimm Faerie Tales gone south.

Hermosillo.

Hermosillo.

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

Sonora, Mexico

I love this pic. It was just such a vibe. I laid on the ice to capture her majestic twirl, but instead captured her majestic crash into me, mid-lurch.

Bro. I can model.

Like a majestic swan.

We were talking then about how we'd remember that moment forever. Then I started to panic--what if I forgot?! Then I became determined to remember. Sitting in my future employer's brother's math class, learning about sin & cosin, staring at the letters and numbers, uttering an inner mantra: "Do not forget. Do not forget...No matter what, in 100 years, do not forget..." But now all I remember is letting her down. :-\

Julian's whole thing was that having kids made him want to run for office to try to stave off the hazards his children would be dealing with in their adult lives, and so they were an essential part of the campaign. It seemed evident to us that the only way to persuade people was to make the emotional stakes real to them, concretely associating the future with their own children, and our choices today with the world our children live in tomorrow.

Some people thought it was in poor taste to use children in a political campaign, but I can't disagree more, given the nature of the campaign and our undertaking being directly influential on their health and livelihoods.

Then again, this was 2015, a very different year for children in media. AI deepfakes didn't exist, and the Epstein files issue hadn't blown up, so it was kind of a more innocent time in some senses.

We didn't win, but we got 7% of the vote despite active opposition from the Oregon Democratic Party, such that we were blacklisted from interviews with local journalists (afraid they would lose access to incumbents & established players), were excluded from media that supposedly factually documented candidates running in the upcoming primary (we filed on time, we listed on the SoS website, but were still excluded from mention, and no redactions were ever printed even when I called to correc the papers). Despite all that, we still achieved more than double the votes of other opponents of the incumbent governor.

The goal wasn't exclusively to win. The core goal was to gauge the interest in climate change action within the state, and nudge the party establishment to act on behalf of the expressed will of their constituency. I don't think it worked, unfortunately, though it's hard to say. Rather, as I see it, a lot of red herrings were dragged over Sockeye Sam to divert from the growing interest in progressive politics. And then we got Cheeto, so the unifying cry of corporate liberals became, "Hey! We're not Cheeto. Vote for us."

I took every photo on the billboards except for this one of Julian's son, which was taken by Julian with his phone.

Dauntless sheep pose for a stranger near Barnaborg.

If we'd gone north at Gljúfrafos waterfall toward Thorsmok, we could've scaled Eyjafjallajökull and seen a whole lot of crazy cool things. Little did we know, so we pressed onward toward Vik.

If we'd gone north at Gljúfrafos waterfall toward Thorsmok, we could've scaled Eyjafjallajökull and seen a whole lot of crazy cool things. Little did we know, so we pressed onward toward Vik.

A bunch of lazy ducks on the cold, black beach of Dyrhólaey.

The road between Hálsanefshellir and Dyrholaey is not the place you want to be during a rainstorm.

Tiny "Kaffi" at the tiny restaurant, Halldorskaffi.

All Americans in this tiny restaurant, Halldorskaffi, in Vik. The blokes on the left were a hoot.

Halldorskaffi, Vik, Iceland.

Haoldukvisl: a nice place for a picnic.

Between Reykjavik & Grindavik.

Between Reykjavik & Grindavik.

Hlíðarvatn i Selvogi.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Somewhere along Selvogsbanki's cliff Krísuvíkurberg and a little past Engjahver springs with its renowned mudpots, is an abandoned farm with prodigious grain silos and an otherwise untold story.

Svartsengi Geothermal Power Plant, 4km north of Grindavik, Iceland.

Rio Tinto Alcan Aluminium smelter, near Hafnarfjordur.

South Reykjavik.

Reykjavik.

Reykjavik. It was late. We were delirious. I have no idea where this is.

Rhubarb soda ftw.

Reykjavik's snazzy murals.

Reykjavik's snazzy murals.

I don't have many complaints about Iceland, and I doubt that Iceland would care if I did. Nonetheless, it may be worth noting that coffee is expensive and mediocre, pot is still illegal (and expensive, if you wondered) and alcohol is managed/distributed exclusively by the government at a hefty sum. If you feel like embracing unfiltered RL for a bit, that's all chill. However, it's disappointing that what remains in wheezy plentitude is cigarettes. Reykjavik is a pulmonological Perdition. The streets are as thick with tobacco smoke as an 80's biker bar, and it seems like it sits on the ground in a thick, persistent fog of strangulation. Asthmatics, breathe with caution or gtfo of town.

Reykjavik Roasting Co. has about 4 tables and more than 4 regulars, and it was very nice to get a cozy seat when it was strangely uncrowded. For...~$4-5 (I forget) you get this bomb chia pudding cup with coconut/almond milk, and imo, that is a bargain. For the most part, all the cafes & restaurants in Reykjavik (actually, basically all of Iceland - including the rural bits) are insanely expensive by US standards and serve tiny portions. Reykjavik Roasting Co is less costly than most, and the quality is outstanding. The baristas are lovely, and they play vinyls records all day.

Reykjavik Roasting Co. has about 4 tables and more than 4 regulars, and it was very nice to get a cozy seat when it was strangely uncrowded.

Reykjavik Roasting Co. has about 4 tables and more than 4 regulars, and it was very nice to get a cozy seat when it was strangely uncrowded.

Reykjavik mural by Deih, inspired by XLF on Vesturgata street

Mural across the street from Freddi Arcade in Reykjavik, Iceland.

Arts & Crafts (mostly crafts) gallery in Keflavik, Iceland.

Fit Hostel, Keflavik.

A young couple push their stroller down a gravel road in Keflavik, Iceland.

Fit Hostel, Keflavik.

Fit Hostel, Keflavik.

Fit Hostel, Keflavik.

Fit Hostel, Keflavik.

KEF, albeit cramped, chaotic and overwhelmed, is an uncommonly stunning, futuristic-looking airport.

KEF, albeit cramped, chaotic and overwhelmed, is an uncommonly stunning, futuristic-looking airport.

KEF is in the process of expanding to accommodate Iceland's fast-booming tourism industry. In the mean time, construction is rampant, gates are always changing, and there is a noteworthy shortage of seats at terminals.

Equally or perhaps more interesting than the colossal waterfall wreathed with myriad tourists (as is the entirety of the Golden Circle) were the vermillion markings on rivets found at regular intervals on a staircase up the nearest cliff.

Skaftafellsjökull.

Skaftafellsjökull.

A black arion (Arion ater L.), a species whose pigmentation darkens in correlation with increasing latitude, appears to suckle some lichen. Adorable.

Skaftafellsjokull glacier, with Hofshrepper hill behind.

In south Iceland where Nupsa (stream) flows through Sandgígjur moraine.

In south Iceland where Nupsa (stream) flows through Sandgígjur moraine.

In south Iceland where Nupsa (stream) flows through Sandgígjur moraine.

South Iceland, Route 1.

South Iceland, Route 1.

Tjaldsvæðið Kirkjubæ II: the Best Campground Ever. So many sweet birds!

Large Excavators alongside a medium house in front of an impossibly huge mountain whose full height is lost in the clouds. South Iceland, Route 1.

Oystercatchers near Kirkjubæjarklaustur.

Oystercatchers near Kirkjubæjarklaustur.

Olfusa estuary, Iceland.