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Depth Perception
Collected Poems
by
Dave Thorvald Olson
Dedicated to foreign friends with couches to
share.
Thank you.
One of these days,
Iʼm gonna sit down and write a long lett...
Pacific
2
Ferry Changes Tack
The ferry changes tack
to let the seaplanes land
tilts gamely from
the wake
the wake left behind
dragon...
Star Sand
today walking
on coral mountain
where the bats and boars live
i entered stick chaos
into spider tangle equation
...
Waiting at Jericho
Sailboats carving patterns
darters into waves which
don't seem to bend
Leaning over sideways now
to con...
With Secrets Intact
driftwood delivering anecdotes
caught your hazel eyes last night
moonlight reflected from two-thirds
a ...
San Francisco Afternoon
Waiting thirteen minutes
for a 2nd rate beer
sunday afternoon
the empty bar
the one with the prete...
waiting vacantly
sipping slowly and sitting low
the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
bu...
the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
but i am no where near
i am gone elsewhere
somewhe...
Railyard passing by
journeys delayed
undertaken tossed
fields of weakness past
trestle stretch
long past the hazel field
sto...
alongst hidden railway yard
seen flashing past
noticed by someone
who might live there
or just be passing past
not a strang...
Pacific Coast Highway
Down the by-way
Pacific coast highway
It's my driveway
Since we left
On Boxing day
We left on yesterda...
onto Mendicino
and the open ocean
drop off the sides
On the byway
Pacific coast hi-way
It's my drive way
all day today
left...
Coastal Starlight 2 hours late
Coastal Starlight
2 hours late
dropped into darkness
late after waiting
i could wait until ...
Arching racers of barracudas
Arching racers of
barracuda round the reef
silver fast in unison
chasing each other first
He s...
That first flicker of luminecense
That first flicker
of luminecense
spark from soggy matches
pouting lips
watched you wait
lik...
Night Lake Diving
freshly skinny white
leaping from the storm
the 2AM moonlight
fractures with the impact
the rocks below
...
Temporary Lighthouses
Beyond the aspens
three of us
together fast
Please let me go now
the tension is just
a bit too much
...
Windy days
and beach front fires
lighthouses calling
you away
I don't mind
suppose it's better
i'll keep a mind
to remember...
Coastal Starlight
Coastal starlight
rolling alright
through the moonlight
Past the cedar trees
Puget sound
in the distance...
Junipers and scrub oak
give way to spruce
and river camps
where explorers lay
Ahh Cascadian byways
Coastal starlight
With ...
three in th'morning
take me home
i won't complain
terminal city
gets a bit sketchy
and i'd rather
not get robbed
i am worn...
Comfortably Lonely, Cabin Porch
Comfortably lonely, cabin porch
hard back book
foggy overslept hard back chair
backpack ha...
between night and light
the space between
night and light
when bats dive like
fiery planes
battles over borders
foggy lines...
One way these tracks
One way these tracks
run directly into the elevator
then somehow into Mt. Hood
turning east
stopped b...
i’ve seen the pathway (tired traveler)
i've seen the pathway
tis cobbled rocky and twisted
arranged enough to confuse
and ...
Atlantic
27
Mona Atlantico
Si si si you'd say
and disappear through a door
me looking -
finding you alight
and aflitter
anxious to avoid...
After sleepless days
and forgotten nights
sandy strolls, missed turns and just caught trains
April palms and cascading chu...
Entire Coast of Portugal
red roofs falling cliff high
into foaming waves
old man watches sheep
who don't seem to mind
wond...
workmen piling info tipico
early lunch, dried cod
chicken blood, sardines,
waving she doesn't watch
crossing shady lane wi...
Painting Europa
The old Portuguese men in two button-up sweaters and driv-
ing caps so old that when taken off, the forehe...
Henry’s Tranquility
Navigating into nowhere
speculating on something
better than perfect
prince of confusion
or driven by ...
Santiago, April
Skin of bright olives, quizzical eyes
reflection flashing on a bike with bread
or books
cold on rocky step l...
Off the Brittany Seacoast
(For Tristan Colbriere, The End, La Fin)
Oakum planks rowboat
Bohemian seafarers
The current pul...
Pulling to the strait
Pulling to the strait
Finding St. Chrispoth
youʼve freeloading aboard again
steamrollers and stowed
...
Aye Carpaethia
Aye Carpaethia
sublime vision of grace
you came alongside
my listing hull
Grabbed the briney rope
and you p...
by fore-bearers and liars
who nearly took stroll
long slowly
glancing only once behind
changing lines sometimes
exceeding ...
Bridge
i canʼt cross into new york city
across the george washington bridge without
thinking about all the letters i meant...
and history yet unseen
that diesel smells always
reminds me of being exactly here right about now
these neon lights and ch...
Road Sign 33-1/3rd
life clipping by
at 33 and one third speed
stand here hugging nothing
count dusty nickels
start looking...
and happenstance
empty out my pockets
on the ground
you canʼt trade lint for bread and cheese
itʼs cloudier now than
its b...
rogue wave
one day
all the secrets just vanished
loosed from your bounds
of splendor and
influence
wielded mercifully from ...
© Dave Thorvald Olson, 1992~2009
web library: uncleweed.net
podcast: postcardsfromgravellybeach.com
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Depth Perception – Collected Freeverse Poetry (chapbook)

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From years of roaming 30+ countries, buy some, by boat, by train, by bus… Crashing on many friends couches, falling in love, discovering, exploring and just being alive, comes an ad hoc assortment of free verse, loosely connected, and tied together by oceans and continents.

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Depth Perception – Collected Freeverse Poetry (chapbook)

  1. 1. Depth Perception Collected Poems by Dave Thorvald Olson
  2. 2. Dedicated to foreign friends with couches to share. Thank you. One of these days, Iʼm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends Iʼve known And Iʼm gonna try And thank them all for the good times together. Though so apart weʼve grown. One of these days, Iʼm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends Iʼve known One of these days, one of these days, one of these days, And it wonʼt be long, it wonʼt be long. Neil Young
  3. 3. Pacific 2
  4. 4. Ferry Changes Tack The ferry changes tack to let the seaplanes land tilts gamely from the wake the wake left behind dragonflys were the first to migrate flying miles in just a day discovered by someone younger studying ambered fossil chunks and specific DNA cruisers berthed in harbour barges haul the ore trains railing sulphur, prairie wheat and coal ships robust laden steaming to a horn lonely crewman leans past Jericho leaving Gastown cobbles behind 3
  5. 5. Star Sand today walking on coral mountain where the bats and boars live i entered stick chaos into spider tangle equation the black butterfly dizzied free snared quickly again again catch release again the web, again the sky i walked down the cliffside snared by the world -- the tree hardened wizened withered battered year after year after year of wind the wind breeze turns to force gale typhoon and its still wind and the tree hardens and grows the heavy moon lowers lowers hits the sea not a sound no one even sees the splash -- where the wave was the last day isn't even remembered or considered as the reef washes up pasts and forevers 4
  6. 6. Waiting at Jericho Sailboats carving patterns darters into waves which don't seem to bend Leaning over sideways now to control both power and time Flocking into clusters brushing past the buoys like galaxies swirling spun by translucent kite-strings Leaving tracers to catch a gaze The stone masonʼs experiment invites me and strangers to rest awhile only at low-tide when the waves release a rusted box-spring fence and gives way to me, the barnacles and the bay of flashing darters and lolling behemoths stopping by each six weeks Green hulled sleeper lulls along the darters and sunnyday foghorn Sailors waiting papers aren't order sandwiches and waiting waiting, watching for the crackled word we're moving out 5
  7. 7. With Secrets Intact driftwood delivering anecdotes caught your hazel eyes last night moonlight reflected from two-thirds a world away you told me about the hidden cafe burning spoon and sugared rim we both hold pencils and somehow remember to breathe an arboretum afternoon english bay interludes second beach under feet our lives are fiction of what we dreamed might be but you must remember these moments are sequestered not imagined 6
  8. 8. San Francisco Afternoon Waiting thirteen minutes for a 2nd rate beer sunday afternoon the empty bar the one with the pretentious name trying to be too smooth but iʼll submit to comfort low-slung leather lounge glass table top reflection the menu has martinis but i am drinking beer this menu lists tapas but i am no where near not eating, just drinking and thinking somewhere far away from here thinking on a san francisco afternoon finding her walk-up brick and stone tiny room redwood walls and chinese food somewhere near the Embarcardero waiting for red-headed girl who i ran from years before leaving in a hurry and coming on too soon admitting that in retrospect you meant more then i let on so i continue 7
  9. 9. waiting vacantly sipping slowly and sitting low the menu has martinis but i am drinking beer this menu is listing tapas but i am no where near hardly can guess where iʼm strolling suppose i am going home a lost afternoon for me belatedly exchanged for the broken heart i gave you like that foreign film where the subtitles might say iʼm erred on a cloudy day by the well near the olive hill but really now if you happened by i just want an afternoon of coffee, weed and your tangled sheets like times before i ventured drifting literal oceans away unsure if you even remember salt lake nights in the avenues climbing oaks and sneaking into that mansion thats been for sale forever drinking port wine in the broken attic or maybe you noticed me out here peeking through a curtain hoping to stumble like a coincidence holding crocuses like missed conceptions and faltered connections 8
  10. 10. the menu has martinis but i am drinking beer this menu is listing tapas but i am no where near i am gone elsewhere somewhere far from you and here 9
  11. 11. Railyard passing by journeys delayed undertaken tossed fields of weakness past trestle stretch long past the hazel field storage sheds of secrets cul de sacs dead end in empty fields glassy roofs volcano top early whiskey with ginger-ale forthrightly past railyards of enterprise waiting on a signal to leave only one hard fought coincidence leaving me on time you've won the anecdotes and left me the prize double loaded dump truck grey blue against the green spring fast jaded as though an accident mistaken incident of mine like fresh grass growing burst past the blackened mold hay bale cut for winter first browned - forgotten and settled to waste 10
  12. 12. alongst hidden railway yard seen flashing past noticed by someone who might live there or just be passing past not a stranger just someone who doesn't make it by except when the train leaves or the cherry blossoms appear to confuse the birds 11
  13. 13. Pacific Coast Highway Down the by-way Pacific coast highway It's my driveway Since we left On Boxing day We left on yesterday and took the slow way past Manzanita through to Redway Drove to Phillipsville into the redwoods Ate ceviche at the haunted roadhouse Headed north on New years day took the hard way o'er Siskyou hills Took turns driving the curves rain clouds settle watch sequoias grow an inch a day across the bridges rolling southway to pacifica we'll sleep well there til the new day Couldn't be greener 12
  14. 14. onto Mendicino and the open ocean drop off the sides On the byway Pacific coast hi-way It's my drive way all day today left on boxing day took the slow day past manzanita to redwoods today then on news years day take the hard way heading northwards o'er icy Klamath falls 13
  15. 15. Coastal Starlight 2 hours late Coastal Starlight 2 hours late dropped into darkness late after waiting i could wait until tomorrow but iʼm ready to leave today Nine dollars for small bottle of California merlot drinking into blackness cabin eerie tranquil knowing the commotion inches below 14
  16. 16. Arching racers of barracudas Arching racers of barracuda round the reef silver fast in unison chasing each other first He speared a fish with parrot beak enameled azure blue dappled like a sunset these swimmers never see Giant clams are hermaphrodite and win at scrabble every time snapping jaws slow at first faster when i break the air 15
  17. 17. That first flicker of luminecense That first flicker of luminecense spark from soggy matches pouting lips watched you wait like a best friend of a third grade memory lakefront fireflies too quick for jars rocky beach and proverbial stars you called me out to a distant place i couldnʼt recognize as my own backyard filled with malcontent and telepathy weʼve no secrets said through forked tongue try to believe itʼll make strife easier when weʼve moved on from young 16
  18. 18. Night Lake Diving freshly skinny white leaping from the storm the 2AM moonlight fractures with the impact the rocks below clarified by the glacial melt jagged but deep enough for divers and explorers escaping ennui and malaise on the shore bobbing over rocks shook freed from constraints the absence reveals no barriers for the lubricious and clumsy emerging from the cold to stumble on the wretched shore where bullets won't start a fire only tinder and a spark is all i can stammer 17
  19. 19. Temporary Lighthouses Beyond the aspens three of us together fast Please let me go now the tension is just a bit too much to last No no she says now let me go he goes just wander into trees There you say now go on together twos easier than we three Into the aspens disappeared white birch maple and mystery The three of us not too soon she sang again riding free Swerved around right can't bump the road on the empty cold desert night 18
  20. 20. Windy days and beach front fires lighthouses calling you away I don't mind suppose it's better i'll keep a mind to remember nights together in the aspen grove before foothill evening turned into today 19
  21. 21. Coastal Starlight Coastal starlight rolling alright through the moonlight Past the cedar trees Puget sound in the distance beaches covered with weathered dreams Sammamish crescent Chuckanut parkway bottle of klickitat red one long toke now on the back bench as we pull through the darkened hill drifting nicely and watching closely white volcanos up ahead i've read about all these mountains in books by snyder, old smoke blanchard and poor dead jean Riprap pathways Adams gleaming in distant haze up'head 20
  22. 22. Junipers and scrub oak give way to spruce and river camps where explorers lay Ahh Cascadian byways Coastal starlight With bottle of beside me of Klickatat red I've watched the junipers give way to cedars and seen the volcanos fade away If there no mudslides or strange derailments soon i'll be back home in bed I stopped in Portland for the Crystal Ballroom and in Centralia for some beer Left Olympia far behind me and Fairhaven's just getting near I'll trust that you'll be waiting at the grey station terminal at main Engine running 21
  23. 23. three in th'morning take me home i won't complain terminal city gets a bit sketchy and i'd rather not get robbed i am worn now but feeling happy waiting in stations and railing lines i've not forgotten the columbia gorge at those moments b'fore sunset time 22
  24. 24. Comfortably Lonely, Cabin Porch Comfortably lonely, cabin porch hard back book foggy overslept hard back chair backpack hangs on a wooden peg empty but for deja vu trembling hands loosening clothes fingers slipping underside the clasp coarse canvas dream and well oiled leather boots with high arches moving away from here even before painting the rooms onto a circus tent the tall poles cantilevered and kids with summer suntan lines on open feet saguaro sunset scenery flash by in a clackety-thwack 16mm print Grandpa coughing, me jotting down unessentials, collecting pottery along the way the movement is key i recollect while stopping still and tucking my boots under a hearty mantle 23
  25. 25. between night and light the space between night and light when bats dive like fiery planes battles over borders foggy lines on faded maps drawn by someone else away for reasons forgotten, arbitrary false rusting wreckage overgrown by by jungle vines reclaiming tools of sadness seeking a final vestige of dignity from deathly, slow grip woodpeckers clamoring waking bats firebombing until sunrise – Lk Crescent 2004 24
  26. 26. One way these tracks One way these tracks run directly into the elevator then somehow into Mt. Hood turning east stopped by a wooden fence with a dam behind Columbia daunted but roiling stunted but strong yet regressed to measures, velocity and potential the water spreads thinner then gold every fiefdom wants its piece to bridge, tame and dam rocks and measurements observe the folly silt builds behind water cools ahead moving beyond memories of what wasnʼt left behind of drowned villages and artifacts uncovered entombed and enshrined only the tugboats come close barge drifting silos wait trains slip past Columbia slows 25
  27. 27. i’ve seen the pathway (tired traveler) i've seen the pathway tis cobbled rocky and twisted arranged enough to confuse and mislead but it leads to the finest lands you've ever dreamed if you manage to stand and can navigate by Orion you'll arrive in the bay left by bandits and seers where abundance and tranquillity may await so replenish your weighted mind tired traveler and soak in the nectar of another delirious day 26
  28. 28. Atlantic 27
  29. 29. Mona Atlantico Si si si you'd say and disappear through a door me looking - finding you alight and aflitter anxious to avoid your iodine stare its not i that i try to please you - i just do something always new Interludes and anecdotes from Florida or yesterdays' shorelines. you pull the blanket over over your shoulder in the aftermath vanish into dreams of olives, mountainsides & Manzanita sunsets. Yes indeed i've found you and you are my Andalusian girl today, Catalan girl tomorrow Si si si you say in another terrace cafe, another beer with another name sure enough, you've met a new friend but are always half of me Tell me Mona how did it make you feel? That time in Esposende? was it more than the night train ride into Coruna all night blowing smoke from the only open window from time to time red wine with strangers 28
  30. 30. After sleepless days and forgotten nights sandy strolls, missed turns and just caught trains April palms and cascading church bells, crumbled castillos and fields of the cows Inspired by your tenacity stunned by the honesty confused by the intensity, Mostly thrilled by your smile from Malaga to Granada through tunnels, over bridges and crossing waterways from books 29
  31. 31. Entire Coast of Portugal red roofs falling cliff high into foaming waves old man watches sheep who don't seem to mind wondering where atlantico turns into the inland sea the signs say no tractors or this way to ferries brick stoves & clay ovens widely shown the man with the donkey wanders by she's happiest when moving fast and straight or eating small tasty thing with sauces "you are saying these strange things to me but i don't know why" concrete poles houses thick and white red clay courtyards wrapped in blue tiles guarded by saints ot forgotten names protecting palms melted bold yellow walls churraquerias in empty yards wood cut even, stacked in jumbles posters of singers and toros 30
  32. 32. workmen piling info tipico early lunch, dried cod chicken blood, sardines, waving she doesn't watch crossing shady lane with tiny cars the dog with the shortest legs. adieu Karol in color Cerverjai dark, vino blanco she opens it cold & hands it sits down. obrigato in the back of the tipico the swarthy introduces Saint Virgilio of Figuero de Foz Patron of wanderers, spicy clams and cold sangria eyes like grutas of secrets grottos holding reflection of monoliths and winters lasting into spring 31
  33. 33. Painting Europa The old Portuguese men in two button-up sweaters and driv- ing caps so old that when taken off, the forehead stands gleaming white against the baseball-glove-leather texture of the faces. To tell you about skinny alleys with rows of habitations, col- ors as creative and fresh as I couldʼve imaged. Iris purple and lichen green, the inside fruit of pomegranate. Me losing my glasses on day four of a 21 day trip. Scenery becoming hazier as the days go by, L. leads me by the elbow in Sitges or Lagos, I can see the things just not where they are. Tile everywhere, sometimes in pictures, sometimes in words, sometimes just deep, rich, unique color. Built forever ago or yesterday. Me up in night on a dark veranda swirling paints into dark windows with wrought iron rails, dangling vines and chipped archways. Standing atop Arc de Triumph with the young one spiraling around the view of Paris avenues of my imagination spoked out everyway towards possibilities and exploration. Sketch- ing madly, drafting in a thousand buildings. Night trains through Spain in a compartment with four Cata- lan oldsters – digging my paintings and scrapbook. Sneak- ing away with to find a train bathroom in which the window opens for exhaling Amsterdam amnesia haze. Cheap bottles of wine and exquisite picnics on empty beaches – bring me your finest meats and cheeses and take me to empty castles to clamber about! 32
  34. 34. Henry’s Tranquility Navigating into nowhere speculating on something better than perfect prince of confusion or driven by pride please tell me it wasn't for greed, spices or pope just to go the cove protected heavy ships from plunders the point at the edge of the all anyone knows at this moment why didn't you turn right dancing with Galacian girls or left into well enough now it's the ghost of you and Cristobol me and two earnest germans watching everything heading into somewhere no longer new. the wind blows the same sometimes we wait in Aljeezer patching holes. sometimes we make it nowhere Navigate elsewhere henry maybe draw me a line to divide something and don't compare hard 33
  35. 35. Santiago, April Skin of bright olives, quizzical eyes reflection flashing on a bike with bread or books cold on rocky step ledge three spires fade into drizzly twilight the bells ring again Walking sticks clunking into a square via sacred stairs the bells ringing in discord and grief as the Galacian girls laugh down a impossible alley twisted with greens and orange where las templars hunkered hiding three sets of bones through generations of darkness. now in a silver box of seashells. 34
  36. 36. Off the Brittany Seacoast (For Tristan Colbriere, The End, La Fin) Oakum planks rowboat Bohemian seafarers The current pulls towards easy an stride Oars pull - locks wobble, dynamics of hollowness and displacement Expecting the inclement seeking a forward curl You and your seafaring dreams Do you not know about the fever that levels so many? Deep, gritty slick bottom appeared before no gracious host only grey curious gaze Or a foreign plot lined with the greyest stones Shipmates and explorers align aside only to fade Nigh seamate, hold fast seek the cove and savour The salty bracing air dear shipmate Ships lean, storms crush, sailors scramble and the orphans walk Mast arched and stretched against The grain. Storms pull fro and ships seek harbor Grimy oakumed planks stuffed with twine – tapped with purposeful hammer The hollow serves no purpose with naught a shoreman aboard 35
  37. 37. Pulling to the strait Pulling to the strait Finding St. Chrispoth youʼve freeloading aboard again steamrollers and stowed in amongst the shipping crates under rocks youʼve tugged at barnacles undersea your react to zinc electrolysis of a magnitude almost impossible to resist Before when the desert was flooded under rings like steppes of ebbing tides cataclysmic events indeed water scrapes over the land the emptiness dry left behind is what i suppose is below look thru the portholes to the absence of thought dimension and turmoil 36
  38. 38. Aye Carpaethia Aye Carpaethia sublime vision of grace you came alongside my listing hull Grabbed the briney rope and you pulled me towards the sheltered cove Flotilla of flotsam bounding with the swell my heart aching wondering where to pull Inhibitions and accolades rescue me to pier when the wreckage split me in blinding fear i yearned for your uncommon gaze thoughtful twine and restive ways curled in a quilt handmade by a mysterious soul my disaster now averted despite impending gale forced winds and the ends of existence as itʼs told 37
  39. 39. by fore-bearers and liars who nearly took stroll long slowly glancing only once behind changing lines sometimes exceeding what youʼve been told 38
  40. 40. Bridge i canʼt cross into new york city across the george washington bridge without thinking about all the letters i meant to write to people filled faces hid behind through bronx filled places and streets with places as indifferent as you and me finding beauty in dirty brick, sweaty shows and musty shit the world still spinning fast story in behind those bars broken worlds and kaleidoscope glass But weʼve jumped the hedges with nothing on the other side and weʼve sat on ledges watching from high above the tide going somewhere we couldʼntʼve before and weʼve watched the airplanes going to someplace far seen then from the dirt going somewhere low while they take the people iʼve never seen and weʼve stumbled sidewalks tripped them in our boots stayed out of the drain grates and ended up where we werenʼt so tired but sometimes so inspired bewildered and in love with something weʼve never met 39
  41. 41. and history yet unseen that diesel smells always reminds me of being exactly here right about now these neon lights and cheap motels styrofoam coffee and sleeping bags ~ but i am going elsewhere not here but maybe itʼll look like here i have no way to know i just hope not i see diesels downshifting and neon blinking all across the sky i see cards driving all in circles and i see you looking in the corners see what's to find amidst the rubble the happy and in between the worlds and bricks the grass and dirt's still moist breathing life lost loveliness in spite of it all -- 40
  42. 42. Road Sign 33-1/3rd life clipping by at 33 and one third speed stand here hugging nothing count dusty nickels start looking what road signs say there are many things i donʼt have tickets, dollars ways and means sunday providence grey like last week with my bargain matinee cough syrup nod candy coated hold onto my thick head next wave goes to mars next even further watch the clothes spin in their fluff and dried nebulae iʼve tried it all on bended knees but iʼll just think here and sit about lost months and misplaced friends haggard days and ice cream cones iʼll stand here holding nothing try to think how i got here then figure where i am iʼll stand a shady place counting nickels 41
  43. 43. and happenstance empty out my pockets on the ground you canʼt trade lint for bread and cheese itʼs cloudier now than its been for years iʼve spent daze moving quickly years dreaming loosely and hours watching patiently and weeks muddling and fidgeting 42
  44. 44. rogue wave one day all the secrets just vanished loosed from your bounds of splendor and influence wielded mercifully from afar all the secrets vanished and the emptiness made it clear your lilly waft-like flowers crave like a buccaneer away from the sea are a dangerous rife with rouge waves and misery/mystery beguiled by my ignorance charmed by our incidents mournful of your restlessness 43
  45. 45. © Dave Thorvald Olson, 1992~2009 web library: uncleweed.net podcast: postcardsfromgravellybeach.com Dave Olson at Jericho Beach - Summer 2008, photo by Kris Krug Published by Giggling Piglet Projects Tottori, Japan ~ Talafofo, Guam ~ Olympia, Cascadia ~ North Van, Canada

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