
Mount Hood
Mount Hood
Cape Kiwanda, Oregon. Kara, Me, Dad, and Mom.
This is definitely something you don’t see in less blue collar jobs. Or at least something I’ve never seen. I want to go on a long rant about childcare options for low income mothers and how that negatively effects our economy, but …
she brought her baby to work …
Cats don’t understand baths. Which is kind of ironic.
Kara and heat don’t really get along.
I’ve spent most of the last five years or so holding people at a comfortable distance. Making sure that I was always safe from them.
Now? Now, I guess that’s past. And that’s okay.
That time I set tea bags on fire.
In 2000, I finished making a superhero/pop culture alphabet for my then brother-in-law, who was about five years old. The list of characters does not represent who I would have chosen for myself and is certainly not who I would choose now, but considering my audience at the time, I did the best I could. I’m not sure if the art or the character choices are more embarrassing 16 years later, but it is what it is.
I hope you enjoy this trip down my artistic memory lane.
Go outside, Jesse.
I love all of you. A lot.