Balancing Boyfriends

About Last Night

2009-12-26T10:45:00.000-06:00

Three martinis down
Dizzy like dancing snowfall
Have the cats been fed?

A Very Beary Christmas

2009-12-18T13:49:00.001-06:00

Horizon On Horizon

2009-12-17T11:54:00.001-06:00

Horizon On Horizon, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

I had a short flight from SeaTac Airport to Portland. I bought the ticket through American, and it was a code share with Alaskan, and operated by Horizon. When I arrived at SeaTac, I had no idea where to go, and the signage in the airport was terrible -- in that the gates were labeled properly, but there was little information as to what airline was operating out of what gate. In addition, with so many code-shared flights between Seattle and Portland, the departures board kept scrolling faster than you could actually read it.

The flight was a little bumpy, and as such, the captain instructed the flight attendants to remain seated for the 29-minute flight.

Our flight attendant, Nancy, who has not seen a new pair of eyeglasses since circa 1983, announced her disappointment; she loves to serve drinks. Used to be a waitress at a tavern in Elkton, Oregon, serving truck drivers until the bar closed for good in the late 1980s when the timber industry lost its battle with the spotted owl. Her raspy chuckle laughed off years of smoking, and made way for a smile that sparkled of silver. She wore no makeup and her hair had the bounce of a woman who worked hard for a living, supporting men who work even harder.

"So when the tavern closed, I thought, what the heck. Why not be a flight attendant. I can serve a drink. And besides, at least twice in a shift, I know I'm going to have to sit down."

Her grin was constant, as if handling the flying public was the easiest thing she's ever had to do in her life.

"So I applied for the job, and I got it. Love it. Never thought I'd travel so much. I've been all over. I'm based out of SeaTac now, but live out in the country. Got to have some land. But I've been all over. Wenatchee. Spokane. Reno. Sacramento. Vancouver. Ankorage. Burbank. Eureka. Boise. Lewiston. Idaho Falls. Billings. Bozeman. Helena. Great Falls. Missoula. Eugene. Pendleton. Rendmond/Bend. Pasco. Bellingham. Yakima."

She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, who would have ever thought a girl from Elkton could go so far. Love it. So you ask if I'd rather be seated or I'd rather be serving, I want to serve."

Early Sunday Morning Haiku

2009-12-13T18:17:00.000-06:00

Light dances around
Fog envelops techno beat
His beauty sparkles

Snapshots from the Georgia Coast

2009-12-11T22:54:00.003-06:00

Sunset over Darien, Georgia, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

I've posted photos from my weekend on the Georgia Coast. Check them out!

Tea Time, Brunswick, Georgia, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Exploring Darien, Georgia, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Near Brunswick, Georgia, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Exploring Jekyll Island, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Irene & Jim's Back Yard, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Take Back Your Life: Drudgery!

2009-11-22T18:40:00.001-06:00

Take Back Your Life!: Using Microsoft Office Outlook 2007 to Get Organized and Stay Organized by Sally McGhee

My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Terrible, terrible read. The only redeeming value is for the tips on how to customize Outlook 2007 so that you can actually use it in a functional manner. Sally McGhee is so redundant, and the pop psychology scattered throughout the books feels elementary and cumbersome. What is over 300 pages could easily be 150 pages and a quick one-weekend read. But Sally drags it out. I've been in this book for two weeks, and I found reading it like trying to discover the depths of any Microsoft product: clumsy and un-elegant.

If she focused on providing insight solely on Microsoft Outlook, and not on guiding one on a journey of internal reflection (which she's bad company for), this book would have kicked some productivity ass.

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The Rules of Dating

2009-10-15T21:34:00.000-05:00

The Rule Out Factors for Dating eventually lead my friend Cindy and I to come up with the list of rules for dating.

1. Always have a condom. For the boy who doesn�t have a condom, but remember -- he doesn�t have a condom, so proceed with caution, even if you have a condom.
2. Never drink anything blue. Or be party to the consumption of 10 bottles of wine between four people over the course of one night. Excessive alcohol consumption is the mother of all invitations for your darkest demons.
3. Don�t enter a boy�s number into your cell phone right away. Enter it into the notepad. You�ll be able to differentiate all the Michaels, you can add a few notes, and if he�s just about being Mr. Right Now, he�s not clogging up your address book becoming the person you won�t remember in two years.
4. No bars on first dates. Well, you can end up in a bar, but just don�t start there. It�s hard to hear in bars, so how do you have a meaningful conversation?
5. Call a trusted friend for a quick reality check before doing something off-the-charts impulsive. Word.
6. Keep perspective: the way he treats you, he treats all his dates. If a flight attendant finds you by looking at the manifest to see your frequent flier status, know that he looks at every manifest on every flight.
7. Call out a boy�s bad behavior when apropriate, and never enable bad behavior. It�s not that you�re doing him a favor, it�s that you�re doing yourself a favor by reaffirming to yourself that such behavior is unacceptable. That doesn�t necessarily mean you have to call your date out on it, but if your date is 45 minutes late, get up and leave. Don�t pretend the offense didn�t happen, but don�t become your date�s mother.
8. Keep living your life. Don�t wait around for the date to give you a call -- live your life, collecting interesting stories and achievements along the way. Let him know what he�s missing.
9. Drink a glass of water. This might possibly be the greatest secret we�ve learned all summer. Who know that water was the secret juice of enlightenment?

You got any others?

Rule Out Factors for Dating

2009-09-20T14:43:00.001-05:00

It�s taken a summer of dating, but my friend Cindy and I have compiled a list of rule out factors to consider when dating any guys. Any one of these, if true, is reason enough to rule out a potential boyfriend.

1. Wants you to move in, or you move in within the first 12 months. If it�s meant to be, it�s meant to be; it doesn�t need to unfold right away. The gift to ourselves is to take our time and let things unfold in a fashion where we can drink in every detail.
2. The Adore Factor is out of balance. He must adore you as much as you adore him. The flirty texts, the random e-mails, the phone messages of thoughtful sentiment must go both ways, and be filled with equal passion.
3. He fails to deliver. If he flirts with you shamelessly on end, but then says, �I can�t be intimate with you, but I hope we can be friends� then cut him loose. Friends don�t flirt shamelessly, and he�s got no sense of appropriate boundaries.
4. He is only partially available. No scraps; he must be wholely available. The �I love yous� and �You�re my soul mate,� and �I knew instantly that you were the one I�ve been waiting for all my life,� must come when he�s sober, not just when he�s drunk. This is a clear sign that he�s at war with his emotions, so that you don�t get caught in the battle.
5. Has bad punctuation and lazy spelling in text and e-mail. �U wanna hang 2nite?� Seriously, is he a 16-year-old girl? �going out� Is that a question or a statement? If you can�t diagram a sentence to understand what he means, it will only lead to disaster.
6. Suggests going to a bar as a first date. Clich�. If he can�t come up with something more creative, then it�s not with your time.
7. Needs work in the art of conversation. He must be a good conversationalist and an equally good listener. If he�s no good at talking about himself and his life, then no go. And if he�s no good at asking you about your life, well, that�s a no go, as well. He must be just as inquisitive about you as you are about him.
9. Doesn�t have a condom. If in the heat of passion at his place, you say, �Do you have a condom?� And he replies, �No.� Ask, �Did you just run out last night?� How he answers that question will reveal so much. Hope he just finished burning through the family pack, and didn�t have time to replenish, because if it�s been months, either he�s a rusty lover, or he�s not being honest. Seriously, what kind of responsible boy doesn�t have a condom? Is he not taking care of himself and others?
10. Needs practice at kissing. There is no time for amatuers. Word.

What are your rule-out factors?

Saturday Morning Wakeup

2009-09-19T08:47:00.000-05:00

This is fun.

Panchakarma Treatment 4, 5 & Beyond: The Emotional Rollercoaster

2009-09-03T07:28:00.000-05:00

        I�ve received messages and comments from you wanting to know what happened after the fourth and fifth Panchakarma treatments, and what�s been taking place since then. I�ve not been able to post, because, quite frankly, it�s been a wild ride. Not unlike Space Mountain at Disneyworld, where you hop in a car, strap in, and then venture out into complete darkness, unsure of what the next turn or dip will be. It�s wild, amazing, stomach-turning, and a twisted sort of way, fun.
        I�d like to think I�m achieving some sort of balance, although after speaking with a friend yesterday, he pointed out I still had a long way to go. And when I told him that I�m realizing this summer has been a lot more challenging that I originally thought, his response, �Thank you for finally saying that.�
        The 24 hours after the third treatment were filled with great sadness. Great in both senses of the word: gargantuan in size, but also good. It wasn�t a painful sort of sadness, but floods of weepy sadness were seeping from my body, tipped off by almost anything: a picture of the dead cat; a Hallmark commercial; a thought. I couldn�t go anywhere near Lifetime Television.
        But by the morning after the third treatment, the weeping had begun to slow. And in between the fits of explosive weepiness--incredible joy. A joy I had never felt before. It was as if the sadness was leaving, and all that was left was joy, and a joy that had been overshadowed by such deep, cellular sadness, I�d never been able to experience it before.
        When I showed up for my fourth treatment, Dr. Shambu asked how I had been feeling. I explained the sadness. He asked about anger. Had I experienced any anger? I hadn�t. Just sadness and joy. He nodded.
        �If you feel yourself wanting to react emotionally,� he said, �try to just observe. Feel the sensation, and observe. Don�t react, just drink a glass of water.�
        Following the treatment, he asked how things where. Nothing, really. Not necessarily relaxed. Not sad. Not agitated. In fact, I began to wonder if it even worked. With one treatment left, was I completely stuck?
        He explained that when my emotional damage left my body, it created a space. And now, that space will be filled with something.
        Panic.
        �What will it fill with?� Could it fill with something worse than my emotional damage?
        �I can�t say. It could be a person. It could be new people, or a person who you have not heard from in a while. You have changed, and the vibrations you are sending out to the universe have changed, and the universe will respond. You�ll begin attracting new people. You�ll just have to wait and see.�
        His words were not completely comforting, but his statement, you�ll just have to wait and see, shifted something. It was as if fear of the unknown had melted into a curiosity of what might happen next.
        When I got home, everything about my evening was irritating. My roommate. The dogs. The lack of food. The fact friends were not calling. Everything seemed to irritate the heck out of me. And that�s when I realized this was not irritation, but all these little things were setting off anger. This was the anger Dr. Shambu had been asking about.
        I had a glass of water and went to bed.
        I woke up on Friday and went about my day. The irritation continued. In fact, I found myself exploding at the office of silliness.
        I ran to have a glass of water, and came back to apologize.
        On the fifth treatment, I explained the sensation of anger, Dr. Shambu nodded. We did the final treatment, and he explained that we have now completed a cycle. I felt as I had at end of the first treatment: complete relaxation and a sense of calm. He said that if I felt stuck, I could come back for another treatment, but he sensed the way I had responded, and the progress I had made during the week that I was well on my way and wouldn�t need a follow-up. I asked him if I should come back in a year, or how frequently I should do this.
        He explained the total process is 21 days, and I asked what the difference was between five days and 21. He said it just speeds up the process, but I�ve completed one cycle and it works automatically from here.
        He encouraged me not to make any major life decisions regarding relationships, finances, or career for the next six months. I now see how that is connected to the cycle, and that in moments of great sadness, or even irritation and anger, the urge is to act, but drinking a glass of water slows that down.
        �In life,� he said, his final words to me, �those with compatible energy can stay. All others must go.�

* * *

        What has happened since then has been a continuation of the cycle: groundedness, sadness, anger, calm. It continues now, over a month after my last treatment. The cycle seems to have shortened, where immediate weeks following the treatment, I�d experience those segments for sometimes days at a time, even feeling stuck in sadness and anger at times. But through exercise and meditation, I�ve been able to push through to a point of grounded emotional clarity.
        Of course, the cycle suggest it�s not all up, and I have to say the low points have sometimes been very low. At one point, I found myself declaring enlightenment is for the birds! Medicate me! I was listening to Terry Gross on NPR and she was interviewing a zen meditation master, and he said, �Now that I�m enlightened, I realize I�m just as unhappy as I was before.�
        It�s getting to the clarity that is the most exciting. Today, knowing and being able to express the difference between sadness and melancholy is incredibly powerful. To feel those emotions, let them flow, and reach a point of understanding as to why those emotions are there is something that I�ve never been able to experience before.
        My coworkers and those in my daily life have noticed, too: �You�re more confident. Not that you weren�t confident, but you�ve got this confident confidence, like you can do anything.�
        Confident confidence. It�s like walking into a room, and rather than clinging to the wall and watching events unfold, it�s like standing in the center of the room, having it revolve around you, and observing from that perspective as things unfold. It feels good.

American Airlines AAdvantage Milestones Photo Contest

2009-08-31T21:26:00.001-05:00

I've uploaded several photos to American Airlines AAdvantage Milestones Photo Contest. Check them out.

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Sleepy Hollow Camping

2009-08-30T15:53:00.005-05:00

Lorne playing Truth or Dare Jenga, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Lorne and I went camping at Sleep Hollow State Park a few weeks ago. It's a small state park in the middle of Michigan, that was created out of farmland in 1974 when a creek was dammed to create Lake Ovid. It turned out to be one of the hottest weekends we've had all summer, and it was incredibly humid. The bugs were unbelievable, and with the temperature and humidity, it was difficult to even lift a glass to our lips. As the sun went down, the folks in the campsite across the road from us began to sing camp songs. And that's when we realized they had recreated an Ewok Village, as they were singing Star Wars Camp songs. In three part harmony.

The next morning, when we tried to get the fire going to make the bacon, it didn't want to start. We had burned all the smaller wood the night before, were short on paper, and the wood that we had purchased was wet. So I had the bright idea of poking holes in the tin foil so that the bacon grease could drip down to fuel the fire. It worked, but within minutes of doing it, the tinfoil and bacon exploded into a fireball of burning grease. Who knew tinfoil could burn? The bacon fused to the tinfoil as it turned to charcoal. Lessons learned the hard way.

I've posted all the photos on my Flickr account. Here are a few out-takes.

After the Bacon Grease Fire, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Hiking through Sleepy Hallow, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Llama Rama Vista

2009-08-30T12:03:00.001-05:00

Llama Rama Vista, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Years ago, we went to visit Llama Rama Vista. Long John found this bear and he ran around with it all week, before hiding it. Two years later, on a return visit, he found the bear where he hid it and ran around with for another week. But before leaving, he proped it up against this tree, where it has sat for well over eight years now.

Two Men. One Moment.

2009-08-10T18:32:00.000-05:00

        �You are easily one of the most attractive men I�ve ever set my eyes on,� I said to the man dancing next to me on a bench that overlooked the dance floor.
        He stopped dancing and looked me in the eye.
        �Thank you.�
        He took a swig of his PBR.
        �You�re not into boys, are you?�
        �No.� He shook his head.
        �Bummer, because I would really, really like to make out with you.�
        He shook his head again.
        �Not gonna happen. But if I were into boys, I�d want to kiss you.�
        �You�ve never kissed a boy before, have you?�
        �Nope.�
        �So you�re going to deny yourself the experiencing of kissing another man, and then say you lived?�
        He turned, scanning the dance floor before leaning into me.
        �I think my girlfriend would get jealous, and it would make things complicated, but would you settle for a hug?�
        He held his arms open, and we embraced, holding each other for a moment. Two men. One moment.

Panchakarma Treatment 2 & 3: Through the Darkness

2009-07-23T05:26:00.000-05:00

        When I woke the day after the first treatment, my blood pressure had gone from 140/98 the morning before to 130/80, and a sense of calm and balance was manifesting itself. I arrived for treatment two, and Dr. Shambu had asked about my experience -- what had happened since I left. I explained that sensation, and how it had manifested itself throughout the day that even the most difficult people didn�t get me flustered.
        �The process works automatically,� he explained. �The process works the make your system detached. Attached but not detached. Because if we are ever totally detached, we are dead. But we want to be attached, but detached so that your core energy is not affected. You will be able to go anywhere and not be impacted.�
        He explained that politicians have to be good at this, because they can go to a funeral and be in the moment feeling sad, shedding tears, but then an hour later they might have to be at a pep rally.
        �Making you free from obstructions is the whole idea of the treatment.�
        I asked if this state would be something I would have to maintain, and how I maintain it.
        �This is a non-reversable process, but in the next step, the body will try to fight it.�
        I went through the treatment again. He applied the hot oil with a massage, dropped oil in my ears and nose, and administered the enema. My mind was everywhere, but when he dripped the oil on my third eye (forehead), my mind went blank. There were no thoughts, just presence, as if I was an observer outside of my body, looking at the world.
        Over the next day, while my blood pressure had gone to 118/80, I began to experience conflict in my mind. Complete uncertainty. When I arrived for the third treatment, he said that is my old self fighting with the new self, that I was grieving the loss of the old self and this was the �withdrawal� process.
        �When a person is missing something, they project it on another person. And when they get something back, maybe even just five or ten percent, that is enough. That becomes energy waisted. Your body is learning to recognize this, but you are addicted to the old ways.�
        The third treatment was filled with sadness, and I cried throughout. At the end of the treatment, I lay on the table, slathered in oil, crying.
        �This is good. Your body is releasing the emotional garbage. It is coming out. You were very restless. The old self wanted to run away, but the new self kept you here.�
        He explained to me that this sadness may continue.
        �If you want to analyze, analyze, but the body knows what it is doing.�

Panchakarma Treatment 1: Who's Your Daddy?

2009-07-20T20:30:00.000-05:00

        The wood table in the center of the room could easily have had a previous life in the water-boarding interrogation treatment of a terrorist. But today, it�s where I�m to lie naked while I receive my first panchakarma treatment -- a hot oil massage designed to help expel toxins from my system.
        Dr. Shambu appeared from around the corer, wearing a white lab coat underneath a vinyl apron. He had the stance and presence of a well-fed Indian butcher. We had a short conversation about the trauma that was leading me to panchakarma, where he explained that the process takes care of both the physical toxins and the emotional toxins as well.
        �You have memories,� he explained, �and emotions are attached to those memories. Through the chakra work, we remove the emotions from the memories. So if you have sadness attached to a memory, then we remove the sadness. Then the memory is just information. See?�
        The process consisted of five treatments, the first being the oil massage. The second was an oil application in the nose and the ears. The third was an enema, which he down-played. Oil dripped in the third eye, of the forehead, helped to connect to the outside world. And finally, a pulse treatment would help to build an energy field like a coat of armor.
        All this, he said, would balance the three elements within my body, the water, the fire, and the solids. He said I was weak on the water element, and being a pisces and all, I could see as problematic. It would help me see people in a different way, he said. I�d be able to see their true energy, rather than long for the energy I desire to see in them. The feeling that he, or she, is there, and is enough, would come through.
        I climbed onto the table face-down. He sprayed hot oil across my back. I winced. It could have been hot wax for all I knew. For the next hour, he massaged my body with a lipid oil, which he explained seeps down into the cells of the body, nourishing the nervous system, which is also made of lipids.
        �It�s providing nutrients to the nuero pathways,� he said.
        Slathered in hot oil, he had me lay on my side. He informed me that he would be administering the oil enema, and pulled out a syringe, explaining normally he waits to the third treatment, but because of my deep-seeded first chakra trauma, he�d have to start the enema today.
        It occurred to me, lying there naked, covered in oil on a wood table, as he spread my cheeks to implement the enema, that I could probably receive this exact same treatment at the International Mister Leather Convention from a butch muscle daddy wearing nothing but a jockstrap, assless chaps, and a harness.
        Oh, Daddy, do I feel great.

Abba at Ravinia

2009-07-19T20:21:00.001-05:00

Abba at Ravinia, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Me, being strong-armed from the stage after bum-rushing it during the encoure performance of Dancing Queen. Winnetka Housewives hailed me as a hero.

"You pull this off again, and you'll be arrested," the hot usher said.

"Really? Then how did the girls get on the stage?" I asked.

"They were invited."

"It was not made clear to me that I was uninvited," I said.

Panchakarma Starts Tomorrow!

2009-07-19T19:37:00.001-05:00

        Tomorrow I start my Panchakarma treatment. It�s a five day oil-massage treatment where the oil penetrates into the body, moisturizing the internal organs, while encouraging the toxins within my system to navigate their way to the gastro-intestinal tract for elimination. It�s a therapy that has its roots in India, and is, clearly, not covered by Western health care policies.
        But after going to the doctor for a piece of glass embedded in the palm of my hand (cleaning up after a broken car window on the Trans-Canadian Road Trip), the conversation lead to warts. Then on to the need to boost the immune system, which was either through a detoxification, or through treating my core wounding, or both.
        �Yes. That,� I said. �Let�s talk about that. How do we get the core wounding to not set me off over and over again.�
        The doctor rubbed the crystal hanging on a chain around her neck.
        �Well, there are a number of treatments. What would a treatment for that look like to you?�
        This was much more complicated than I had anticipated.
        �Meditation,� I said, realizing that mediation needs to become a healthy habit in my life, rather than something for a quick fix.
        �Meditation is a good one. What else?�
        Encouraged, I continued on.
        �Journaling. Recognizing the miracles in my life.�
        �Those are all good. Yoga is also a great form of treatment.�
        �So what�s the fastest? I mean, I want results. I want to fast track this.�
        �We�re just all having a really hard time right now.� She looked me in the eye. �I mean, humanity, in general, we�re all just having a hard time.�
        �I�ve already lost my Bush weight.�
        �That�s good. I just hope we can figure it out in time.� She glanced at the clock on the wall as if the apocalypse will be coming in about an hour.
        �Obama is going to save us, right?�
        �I hope. So, there is a great Doctor. Doctor Shambu. He�s here in July and August. It�s a bit of a trek, but he�s up in Lake Forest.�
        �I work in Lake Forest.�
        �Or it�s down the street. He does this procedure. It�s a five-day procedure, called Panchakarma. It�s an oil massage treatment, combined with a chakra reset at the end of the session. It�s really terrific. Anyway, the oil seeps down into your skin and the process is really cleansing. It works to reset your cellular memory. You may not remember the source of your wounding, but your body does. So through this treatment, we create some sort of experience -- some missing experience that doesn�t eliminate or remove your core wounding, but it sets it up so that the wounding can�t continue to do damage to you.�
        I was sold. I called. Set up the appointment for the process that begins tomorrow. Now, on the eve of cleansing, I�m reading about more of it on the Internet, and am wondering what I might have got myself into. Here�s what Wikipedia has to say:

Panchakarma (meaning "five actions") developed in India, though there are regional variations in therapeutic procedure as well as in the equipment used. According to Charaka, the five actions are Nasya (nasal therapy), Vamana (emesis or vomiting), Virechana (purging) and two kinds of Vasti (therapeutic enema), Nirooha Vasti and Sneha Vasti. Herbal decoctions are used for Nirooha Vasti and herbal oils for Sneha Vasti.
Another school, that of the surgeon Sushruta, regards Rakta (blood) also as a dosha (humour), the vitiation of which can cause diseases, and advocates Raktamokshana (bloodletting) as the fifth in the Panchakarma therapies. In this school the five therapies are Nasya, Vamana, Virechana, Vasti and Raktamokshana. As bloodletting involves medical venesection, it is no longer popular. Leeching, however, is still practised.

Nasal therapy. Vomiting. Purging. Enemas. Who said cleansing was going to be neat and tidy?

Traditional Values

2009-05-30T09:17:00.001-05:00

Isn't it all about keeping up with tradition?

Brokeback Mountain Laundry Apartment

2009-05-29T21:52:00.003-05:00

Brokeback Mountain Laundry Apartment, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Fort Macleod, Alberta. Just moments before stumbling on this, Lorne and I were saying how funny it would be to find the apartment and reenact the scene, and asking a local to hold the camera. Then low and behold, we stumble on the location.

Brokeback Boys

2009-05-29T21:52:00.001-05:00

Brokeback Boys, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

No, we're not a boy band. We're gay tourists looking for the Brokeback Mountain Locations.

Vulcan Bill

2009-05-29T21:51:00.001-05:00

Vulcan Bill, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Some Vulcan Treky Society marks up the Canadian Five Dollar Bill. Then, if you get one of these bills, it's supposed to mean good luck.

Molly and Lorne, Banff, Alberta, Canada

2009-05-29T21:50:00.001-05:00

Molly and Lorne, Banff, Alberta, Canada, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

Molly, in one of her more relaxed moments.

Mountain Goats

2009-05-29T21:49:00.001-05:00

Mountain Goats, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

How about them goats?

Travelodge Still Life

2009-05-29T21:48:00.001-05:00

Travelodge Still Life, originally uploaded by Timothy State.

While Lorne was walking Molly, I realized just how trashy drinking wine from a Travelodge cup was. So I quickly threw together this still life that seems to tell the story of a Travelodge night.