These are some of my final shots in Oregon. The roll of film extends from Oregon, through the flights, and ends in Russia. It was also a lab in Russia that gave me back these... unusual scans. At first I thought I'd be able to just take the strip of out-of-place image and join it with its counterpart, but when I tried this I found out that there was stuff missing in between. You'll see the results. Ah, the joys of shooting film. Mmmm :)




My trusty bicycle in my trusty alley!




I had my first Russian class in the first floor of this building.




The back door of the trashy club downtown that closed at 2, spilling its drunk, and loud couples and singles and weirdos onto the streets of Corvallis and the alley outside my window.




This was in Portland, shortly before my friend showed me a nice cafe that serves this dirt-tasting tea out of big white bowls.







My first photo in Russia. Seems fitting.