before I cut my hair...

...these locks had a mind of their own. Look at that unbridled free spirit of a mane. Upon coming back to the States a couple weeks ago, I cut my hair to a just-below-the-chin bob partially in an effort to feel more like the 'adult' I still fear I'll never be, and partially with the hope that this visible change, in a very token way, would reflect some kind of internal transformation that an extended trip beyond the homeland is supposed to invoke. Didn't really accomplish either.

If styled right, the cut could pass as emo high school dropout goes clerical assistant. Ya know, decent. But most often than not, it just makes my head look bigger than it already is. New hair, new living context. Back at school, stationary, too easily sliding into/between boredom or anxiety, very cold. Why can't I stay in one place and feel a lasting sense of purpose?!

While I'm complaining, I also dropped my camara into the frigid Birch Bay water at the highest tide (meaning I didn't even get any clams out of it). So this post is an homage if you will (let's!) to the long hair, the ephemeral freedom, and the Nikon point-and-shoot that journeyed through the Americas and lived in Chile not too long ago though feeling pretty long ago.

Random Photos from August 2009 - October 2009 (not chronologically ordered)

Mazatlan, Mexico

exhausted at Costa Rican border crossing

Panama City to Cartagena, Colombia

San Pedro de la Laguna, Guatemala

Pacaya Volcano, Guatemala

Lago Atitlan, Guatemala

Near San Ignacio, Belize

Cozumel, Mexico

Mexico D.F.

Near Palenque, Mexico

Guanajuato, Mexico

Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

Quito, Ecuador