on the way to camp, sometime in July

These are from the trip out to camping the second to last time we went. The clouds in the background of the first timage are actually a thick fog that Soph piloted us through. I'm pretty sure I took over at the last exit, though; the last road is winding and rutted and pretty fun for me. Camping, in this mode, is mostly sitting in a float in a still part of a river and drinking beer. It's wonderful. Ther are other kinds of camping I'd like to explore, because you can go places and see things that are impossible to get to any other way (I'm looking at you, backcountry hiking).

streets again

I did warn you. I was thinking about how if you really want to do something, do it every day, and how I should be writing more, even if it is just a few sentences. Remember when every other post was a whole essay? When I had strong opinions about selling out? Hey past me, income is nice, but don't trade it for adventures. Things to write about: my wonderful wife, who makes me want to hurry home... the hella fast bike I built... ("srsly":https://twitter.com/photomattmills/status/395365967791804416/photo/1) I dunno. Startup culture, and how fucked up it can be, but also how great it can be. Looking at old photos and finding gems. Looking at new photos, and the process of going from hating everything to loving a few of them enough to show the world (This delay has helped me a bit with that). Parentheticals, and how often is too often (right here). Yeah, time to sleep. See you all mañana.

some people would miss all this

Not just see it and move on but never notice it in the first place. It seems like random mess, but you can stare at it and sort of see themes emerge, like a world-sized rorschach test. What you see in the world defines who you are.

a 90 minute tour

Somewhere in there, (10 days after the fourth, according to the pictures' metadata), we took the _Jackpot_ out for a cruise around Treasure Island. For the first half, I rode out on the bow, and took photos, and then for the second, I went to the back, because I didn't want to fall in. I'm used to the ferry, which is a really big catamaran; two hulls means they're more stable, and a much bigger boat also means the same. This was... a bit different. Not bad, but bouncing up and down 3-4 feet over every wave and getting splashed with seawater a lot. My nikon got a workout that day, and so did my free arm, holding on to the railing.