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.