I tested the Diana, borrowed from my brother Scott, by taking a few pictures of Casey in front of my house. I’m quite stunned at how they came out. I thought the Diana was pretty […]

Casey collapses on the picnic table after the gruelling hike.  

We’re burned out. Sitting in a burrito joint in Scappoose, a cracktown up the road from where I was exiled on Sauvie Island. The weather sucks and nobody is very happy.