34 Photos - Feb 11, 2015
Photo: This is the profile picture I use for event programs, documents etc. It was taken at the immigration office in Malawi.Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Tara and me in the canoe while visiting the family cabin in Oregon's Blue Mountains.Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: Photo: BoterosPhoto: Is that you Che?Photo: ContraPhoto: Two strangers on the Malecon, the seawall in Havana. http://www.isaacholeman.org/2007/exploring-authencity-or-choosing-not-toPhoto: Rincon del bueyPhoto: Umbrella walker of La Habana vieja http://www.isaacholeman.org/2007/libre-in-cuba-my-arrival-in-havanaPhoto: My parents on vacation at the Tulum ruins in Mexico. At least one of them looks awkward in most pictures of just the two of them so I think this one is a real keeper.Photo: I got my first passport when I was sixteen for a family vacation in Belize and Guatemala. In this picture we are on top of one of the large temples at Tikal in the Peten region of northern Guatemala. I will never forget coming around a bend in the trail and for the first time seeing one of the great Mayan temples emerge from the trees. I still lack the words to properly describe that feeling of unlooked for aesthetic arrest.Photo: I was sixteen the first time that I was allowed to man the oars all the way from Troutcreek to Maupin on the Deschusetts. This picture was taken at Boxcar rapids, one of the two largest on that stretch of river. White water rafting was a big summer tradition for us and at the time I felt like manning the oars all the way without help was a big coming of age experience.Photo: Photo: Mariah and Carlos (my sister and brother) play with one of our chickens. We always had hens mainly for their eggs, my parents still keep four or five even though they don't go through as many eggs with the kids out of the house.Photo: Me and dad in the vally before Eagle Cap peak in the Lostine mountains in eastern Oregon. I remeber this three or four day hike very well, except that in my memories I was way bigger and looked more grown up. My dad and I had snuck up near the bank of this creek to watch the fish; right then the bugs were out and so many little fish were biting the surface of the water that they looked like raindrops.