Today was arboretum day which, for me, means getting lost in a wooded area trying to find my way back to my bicycle with no map. But once I accepted my fate and sunk in to the fact that it would take hours to find my way, the hike was quite lovely and the things that I collected were amazing. Like this:
Which I am going to make a million cyanotypes of when I get back to Portland.
After being lost for a few hours I did find my bike, right where I left it, and made the very steep uphill trek over to Capitol Hill, which no one told me, is the gayest part of any part of any city I have ever seen. Rainbow flags in every window, cute queer couples holding hands and walking dogs, and like, a million posters about queer films and queens.
The reason for my being in this neighborhood was this:
The Montana bar photo booth, nestled so deep in this weird corner by the door that I didn't even see it when I came in.
By the time I made it home I was so tired that I immediately took my shirt off and laid down on the hardwood floor, sweaty and defeated, but it was all totally worth it.
(Lauren told me later that biking to Capitol Hill is something that few people attempt because "Difficulty Level: EXTREME”)
