I met Travis when he was searching for a place to take a shower. He had just rolled into town from Colorado and was living in his van. Deborah from the health foods store told him, "this guy Kristian would know, he lives on a sailboat. Wait - there he is!" I gave him all the trade secrets: go to the Coast Guard Station, showers are a quarter every 2 minutes, nice hot water. He was stoked and promised to repay the favor.
A few weeks later he came to the Tabula Raza; after one look at my kitchen counter he said was a crazy gleam, "what we need to do is to tile your counter! I've got some amazing spanish tile that is extra." We spent 7 hours on a pristine Sunday afternoon cutting tiles by hand, using no power tools, working each one into a wave-like pattern on my humble galley. I took a photo of him at work (top).
That same night we picked up my old time friend Miles Jay from the train station. We hiked the Black Hill under a very full moon; then headed to the boat for some rest. The next morning, after jumping in the water, I tried to take a photo for posterity. However, the old 35mm Nikon, with a manual wind-up, decided it was barely going to take the shot. I had to force it with a slight thump. The result was a double exposure of my two good friends looking remarkably alike.
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