Author: Todd Bishop

Inside the lock. 

Here’s the massive, death-star like gate.  

A few semi-interesting pictures of Ivy in Forest Park on a dark, rainy day. I miss that dog.  

The overcast weather and the trees made it kind of dark on the trail and I was shooting the asa 125 Ilford so even though it was noon most of the shots were blurred if […]

Lots of shots of Ivy bolting from the frame. Usually these aren’t the most inspiring pictures in the world, but I liked the way this one turned out enough to post it.  

I don’t know how this elongated-neck effect happened.  

It was wet and rainy as hell and the trail was a sodden mess.  

Here are a few pictures from last Fall, on our weekly ride to Longview, WA (diseased exithole of the pacific northwest). We’re in Willie’s rusting Chicago-wintered Toyota van. He likes to blast Donna Summer. Note […]

We’re burned out. Sitting in a burrito joint in Scappoose, a cracktown up the road from where I was exiled on Sauvie Island. The weather sucks and nobody is very happy.  

Tim places his order. He’s a vegetarian. He’s going to go to Italy and not be able to eat prosciutto. That’s like going to see the New York Phil and standing in the lobby the […]

Willie hangs out, waiting for his order. 

Reece and Tim discuss their order. I told them to get the MACHACA, but neither would listen. Their loss.