Chickens and Boardin

I love digital photography. Preston Strout recently told me I was the first person he ever saw with a digital camera, so it’s not like this is a new thing for me, but now I can’t even imagine shooting any other way. My four or so film cameras haven’t so much as been picked up in years. But there’s one thing that I still haven’t really mastered with digital, and that’s filing them in a way that I can easily find old photos when I need to. Ok, I have a lot more things to master than that, but I really suck at organiziation. Which brings me to the title of this here post. I now have a folder on my desktop called “Chickens and Boardin.” Inside are pictures from snowboarding this weekend, and of chickens from the frat party I accidentally ended up at. It makes sense now, but down the line I somehow don’t think I am going to be able to locate the pictures I shot for an upcoming YoBeat story when I need to. There is really no point to this story so I will stop now. Here are pictures of chickens and boardin.

I guess it’s cool to have chickens in Portland. I don’t know, but that is a nice cock.

Steve and I boarded for a solid hour. This was at the end of the day and Steve wanted to hit the little one. I told him to go fast and hit the big one. He did. It didn’t end well.

This dude rolled up after Steve hit it and I was still sitting there with my camera. It worked out better because he was regular. Totally GTS.