live your own time, child-named-Woody-Guthrie, live your own time

This weekend we went to Michigan, and guess who was there! Tavi!

IN ACTION (aka the only picture I found of us both this weekend).

It was really fun. We read F U Penguin and ate Pizza Hut (ew why is that capitalized) and played some tiddlywinks game. We also watched I’m Not There, which I liked a lot, but I need to see it again. There were a couple wtfffff moments, like when the little kid named Woody Guthrie gets swallowed by a whale? In a river? And there’s a giraffe? In the middle of nowhere? I think it’s a really good movie though, a piece of art. Cate Blanchett and Charlotte Gainsbourg are the shiitake mushrooms.

Anyway, here are the pictures from le canoe trip. I used a one buck generic disposable so the film ain’t too good, it seems. But I like ‘em (sorry Tom Joad dialect rubbing off on me).

kayaks.

It is seriously so beautiful there.

This highway bridge is a really depressing site when you’re on that river. It’s like ooh pretty moss and rocks then this concrete graffitied poop.

My friend found a caterpillar.

P.S. I saw a llama.

Title: Line from I’m Not There, when the little kid named Woody Guthrie stays with this family and the mom is like, “live your own time, child,” because he sings about boxcars. Aand it was funny for some reason.