Two consecutive weekends away from the Nine-One-Four -- and the most annoying fact that the days are getting glaringly shorter -- have turned my brain to mush. I stare at this blog, the house, my desk at work, the Back Forty, and nine blocks away, When Pigs Fly Farm, and don't know where to start.
So I don't.
I'm a big fan of The Path of Least Resistance.
So today I give you a Bermtopian Mush-up: Random images from the last couple weeks, courtesy (for the most part) of my cell phone and Instagram. Welcome to t
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| The suckiest airport terminal in the world: Commuter Alaska@PDX. | Isn't it bad enough you have to fly in a plane with propellers? |
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| The dude abides. . . with a telephone wire going through his head |
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| Hops still life |
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| Rogue chickens on the South Hill. I'm now sleeping with one eye open at night. |
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| The hops operation |
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| The Office: Our videographer. . . and this is one of his more normal moments |
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| Damn straight, it is |
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| Cousins in a truck |
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| Harrah, Washington: I love ghost signs. |
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| I grew these! |
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| Almost makes up for the suckiest airport terminal in the world. | Almost. |
I love what's in your head. Mine feels like that too at the moment. I've been procrastinating about posting because I have too many things to write about and the longer I wait, the more I have in my head. Sigh.
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