On January 3, my roommate Danielle and I flew from Phoenix to Denver, then from Denver to Seattle, then we took a bus from Seattle to Salem, then we flew from Portland to Phoenix. We came back to Tucson on January 12.
My mom asked me why I didn’t take photos that documented things a little better—maybe the outside of Pike Place Market, or of Danielle’s grandmother in Salem, or a picture of me with my cousins. It’s not like I didn’t take my camera everywhere that I went, it’s just that I couldn’t take pictures of conversations I had or things that I learned, and those conversations and thoughts were the things that were important on this trip. The photos of my friends and I in the turquoise room in Boulder, Colorado, exist because we talked until 4am there. I took photos of a white birch tree in Bothell, Washington, because I talked to God when I stood by that tree. And this 7-foot wall of dried tea? I found that in Seattle and it reminded me of my friend in Boulder who would be able to appreciate it.
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See all of the photos from the trip here.





