It was about 3:30 now and the sun was just beginning to lower behind the buildings of Portland (which we could see perfectly from our high retreat.) We brought two sixers with us of dark beer. The camera was being passed around, to whoever had a purpose for it. Which is when the best pictures are snapped. Jonas brought his portable speakers and we plugged our ipods into them and played our favorite tunes while the sun became our height. A golden glow pierced to our diamond eyes. We caught it all on vintage brown film. A sweet fall afternoon, dipped into the evening pinch and danced around the thick of the dark. We had no plans for the morning, no plans for the night. Plans become too organized and too structured when you're watching the night sky.
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