leaving

I spent this last weekend near the ocean, and I got my fair share of good pictures. I was reminded how good home is after traveling to places I don't see very often. So here is a day I spent inside, relaxing before the stress of traveling.


I started the day with a fine pot of spice tea, made with my favorite teapot.



Then I thought I would sit in my favorite chair for a little while...



and enjoy the company of a drawing of my favorite chair, from my old roommate.



I spent some time admiring my guitar, which spends it's better days hanging on my living room wall, not being played by me. Alas.



For a day or two I wore my new shoes around the house, because they felt super comfortable at first.


The fun thing about these shoes is the Italian flag on the sole. Now I can take my heritage wherever I go!

Now for some more traveling. Take care.

so far so good

(The Meadow)

My friend Jamison rolled back into town, fresh from 3 months in Europe last week. This entry is a musical / artistic tribute to him, and the many inspiring conversations about art we will, probably, have for years to come. Listen to this while you check these ones out. Cheers.


This is Jamison (middle) Steve and I (right) captured in the ancient art form of polaroid. If we had a band, it would look like this.



Greg Atkinson and I, consuming overpriced burgers before seeing Xavier Rudd at the Queen Elizabeth in Vancouver.



Brad and I, seeing Lifehouse with Matt Nathanson in Seattle (about a block away from Q-west field, not that I will ever care about baseball). Before the show I was telling a story (to a couple girls from my school) about how I tried to see a Backstreet Boys concert back in the day, but it sold out in minutes.



One of many house-parties at my place with friends.




Last year a couple of my housemates and I drove to THE GORGE in Washington to see Ben Folds and John Mayer. This is, by far, the most beautiful venue in North America.



2006. If I was a guitar, I would look like this.



I performed poetry here, a church in Nanaimo, last Christmas.



And here is a bus a block away from commercial. Artists are weird.

More to come. Eventually.

rainy days and bad church coffee

(a tree in fishtrap creek- two blocks from my house- before it was paved)

It rained a bit this morning, which is something I always enjoy. I made some coffee that tasted a lot like church-coffee (you know, the stuff made in those big metal cylinders with the vague taste of ground-water). It was bad news.

I thought today would be a good day to sit around and go through my favorite pictures that I have taken in my long 4 or so years of owning a digital camera. These are some of my old favorites I found lying around.



December 2006. This is outside a lake in Port Alberni, on a really stormy day (there is a picture of the lake later on). A couple days later I got to hold hands with a girl.



This is my Aunt and I canoeing the mighty bow river, somewhere near Banff.

I like red benches. And birds.

In April 2007 Ben Wert, Natalie Zipp and I spent a weekend in Vancouver. This is a park outside science world that I frequent.

August 2006. This is a statue in a garden that I found in a downtown calgary mall (try saying that 5 times fast).

August 2006. A stain-glass picture of Ruth in a church in downtown calgary.

This is pine and 9th in downtown seattle.

December 2006. Port Alberni. A Rainy day. 5 seconds later 4 or so kids jumped in the water.

January 2007. I was standing outside in the snow.

Another picture from the calgary mall. In a poem last year I wrote; "I think that all of my best memories have the sound of running water in the background".

Thus concluding my old favorites. The lesson of the day: drink Red Rose tea.

- Adam

walking to the tea store

Some friends and I took a walk to an old candy store / tea house in Clayburne, which is about a 2 hour walk from where we live. Was I really wearing white shoes then? Arg. Well, at least I wasn't wearing white socks with black pants.

I like to imagine being a person that has adventures on horses. sigh.

Here we are (me, lori, and ben) hanging out in front of a sheep farm. I like sheep.

This is Cale. He writes music.

I couldn't figure out why this fence was chained up. There was nothing but yellowish grass in this yard.

This is the coffee that I am drinking- a roast from Peru. It is sold my a small rosterie on Salt Spring Island- a small island beside Vancouver Island, which is where I used to live... in Nanaimo (whew).

This is a cup from one of my favorite coffeehouses - JJ Bean

Last week some friends and I ate dinner at a New Orleans style place. I took a couple shots whilst waiting for my dinner of half a chicken! never again.

This is Megan, looking at the menu.

And here, again, is me looking like a jazz musician, which I aspire to be someday (I aspire to be a lot of things, really). That is another story.