oh i wish i had a fancier camera on hand for these. but you just don’t take a $$$ camera with you into the desert in the middle of nowhere while you’re camping at a rock concert. especially a camera that isn’t technically yours.

we trekked up to the gorge amphitheater for soundgarden and queens of the stone age over the weekend. the columbia river gorge is pretty famous for its high winds, so it makes sense to have fields of windmills “harvesting” it for power. it’s hard to judge their size from 70mph, but i feel like at the base, they’re probably as wide as my car is long. at least. i wanted to so bad to pull over and see one up close, but there were fences and barbed wire and i am a sissy-la-la rule follower by nature. the windmills are massive, beautiful, and a little haunting, in a the-future-is-now sort of way. i’d love to know how they decide where to plunk them down, since they seem to be scattered haphazardly across the ridges. i like this better than the neat rows that i always expected.

the concert was incredible. you know it’s good when your neck is still sore–days later–from whipping your hair around and generally rocking out. listen to queens of the stone age. see them live. i dare you to tell me that josh homme is not destined to be another legendary rockstar sex icon. seriously, it’s in the hips…

back to flowers tomorrow. :)