Memo: “outrage” in The Olympian newspaper in 2002 about High Times magazine declaring Evergreen the top cannabis college in USA. yup, upset the college, legislature, heads, smugglers, suits, cops, pretty much everyone / i just washed the dishes & caught the blowback.
PS did a screening of hempenroad at evergreen with q&a to show my face to the haters & invite to spew their ridiculous vitriol in person
I love small towns and villages which are lively but calm, interesting but not so much to attract his throngs, specializing in nothing except for the day-to-day normalcy of quality life.
In 2002 on a trip to the Netherlands, thanks to some friends, we ventured by train #hotboxxed to the town of Deventer, visited a coffee shop with an rock n roll ex-pat named Joey, saw a parade with the controversial for good reason “Black Pete”, ’twas a market day with meats and cheeses abounding, a small red light district (quality of quantity) and just “normalness” after the glorious hecticness of Amsterdam amidst the festivities of various cannabis events.
So, pals Ian (rip) and Colin checked into a room and i stepped out to observe life from the rooftops > scampered over some parapets to capture a panorama of the flavour of spires and tiles, battered windows and hidden courtyards. All very wabi sabi (beauty in decay).
Note: my intent was to stitch these together in a sort of panorama / analog virtual reality of sorts / but I will leave that to the “DIY” portion of this erstwhile photo essay if you are inclined.
Also: Thanking a young man who had a rough night and now his life is well, complicated, who lent me this digital camera on this expedition #YD
Update from Jay Stewart: looks like the Gilde Hotel roof > definitely the Gilde Hotel. (The one with ancient stained glass windows.)
Project: Upon turning 50 years old on August 16, 2020, Dave Olson (me, hello) is posting a photo (or maybe photos) a day / per year – starting with 1970 with intent of chronicling existence through various primary evidence sourced from studio portraits, class photos, ID / passport photos, or occasionally other “casual/group/random” shots when the above don’t exist in my archive (note: not “artificial intelligence,” really me, pulled from shoeboxes, journals, wallets and whatnot – diligently scanned and dated via glasses and haircuts, lightly annotated).