I don't remember this, but then again, it was my first birthday. I have no idea what I'm doing in the middle of the table, so this qualifies as goofy in my book. (In case you were wondering, the first thing I can remember is watching Gerald Ford pardon Richard Nixon on TV.)
Rally against the Gulf War, 19 January 1991, San Francisco, California.
Somewhere in Marin County, California, February 1992. Name withheld to protect the innocent.
Another memorable bike trip. Sausalito, California, September 1992.
The Presidio, San Francisco, California, March 1993.
Ben's kitchen, Oakland, California, November 1993.
On Fox Hollow Road, near Eugene, Oregon, January 1994.
The Portland Building, Portland, Oregon, May 1994. Purportedly the first major postmodern building constructed in the United States, according to the Powell's Books "Walking Guide to Downtown Portland."
McKenzie Pass, Oregon, May 1994. Yes, that's two feet of snow on the road, and yes, this was the point at which I realized I wouldn't make it to the summit that day.
The American Dream for sale, near Crescent City, California, June 1994.
Redwood National Park Visitor Center, Orick, California, June 1994.
Discovery Bay, California, August 1994. This place is in the middle of nowhere, making it a perfect example of the gated community fad, in which our paranoid bourgoisie is withdrawing from society to live in fortified neighborhoods complete with security checkpoints, private security forces and even on-site shopping so that the residents need not leave the walls. The rest of society can go to hell as far as they're concerned.
My apartment, Eugene, Oregon, June 1995.
My mother at one of her favorite restaurants, Lompoc, California, June 1995.
Yes, you too can go to hell -- Hell, Michigan, that is, 30 miles northwest of Ann Arbor. August, 1995.
I wonder what kind of music they like here? On the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge, June 1996.