tangled lives

Traveling is just making my life feel confusing. Wonderful people everywhere, and I can only know people so much...

Here are some tangled iron... things. That I saw in Portland. They can represent my folks here in Portland: fairly solid, sweetly interwoven.


Here is a candle holder hanging from a tree over looking the bay. I like this tree a lot because it is a good shelter from the wind. Also because the objects are always changing. This can be like my Berkeley people in that there is a little bit of a constant element, but it is in a stage of growth, and will develop into something bigger. I don't know what I will find there, sometimes.



I'm feeling dazed and confused from the constant stream of a lot of people I don't know very well, and I don't imagine that will be amazingly better when I go back to CA, depending on what I do.

People

I've been in Portland nearly a week now. I am surrounded by inspiringly lovely and wonderful people all the time. I don't know any of them very well but I am getting to know them. It is surreal to be here where I know no one, and they have such established relationships. They all seem to like me though. I hope to get to know them all very well. There are also babies everywhere (a baby explosion happened within the last year, among many of the appropriately aged couples I know. Most of them are poly. I find this to be fabulous.)

Here are three of the wonderful men at this welcoming and strangely named house:

They are hugging. One of them is of another one's back. The one with the yellow pants is getting picked up in the process.

Right now I am sitting placidly on the couch while a couple different wonderful people discuss a coding project, some other people cook dinner, and somewhere the babies are probably sleeping. Earlier today, because I was jealous that a baby was riding someones shoulders, I got a ride on some wonderful person's should while I squealed and giggled with glee. And this morning, at 6:30 am, I made blueberry pancakes with a wonderful person and his baby-year-old son, and then accidentally went back to sleep. I didn't mean for this to be so much of a vacation; I meant to draw, and post more reliably, and get other important things done on the computer. But I didn't bring my own computer, so I can't follow my usual posting work flow, and have instead been very vaguely learning GIMP and the other ways of ubuntu.

makers gotta make

It's very true.

Kevin in Portland

This is the dude whose house I ended up staying mostly at for the weekend, as my back was in a lot of pain. He is good company, and, as you can imagine from this picture, has a great laugh.



Here we were sitting by a bike path (where it was closed due to flooding), watching people zoom towards to fence, stop, and turn around. One after another.

(also hey look, I made a shnazzy watermark-y thing for my pictures!)

Sunflower eyes

Still in Portland but I am leaving tomorrow. I've been staying with a man with sunflower eyes. I haven't seen eyes like that in a long time. He is beautiful, and named Kevin. Yay People. :)

This is a lazy post, as I haven't dealt with getting pictures off of my camera yet. The picture above is one a took a while ago. But it still feels right; the same breath of fresh air you get from looking into the beautiful and friendly eyes of a good friend.