The last batch of NBTSC photos are just a couple of portraits that don’t fit any particular theme other than that I happen to like them. 

Cause ultimately, that’s really the only reason any of these photos are up here.




As well as prowling around at night, my role at the second session of camp was to facilitate a collaborative art project, which produced many scraps and sheets of paper of charcoal and pencil and fingerpainted blind portraits. 

It culminated with us taping everything together, and sticking it up on the wall of the lodge.    

Art is always best when it’s a delicious mess.



There’s a creek that runs through camp. You can spend hours wading along it’s banks, following it’s meandering trail.

One day we did.

We found lots of good skipping stones, the rusted remains of a hella old car, and I somehow managed to not slip on the wet rocks and dunk either myself or my camera.

(via last-of-the-time-cats)



This is John Jones, one half of a pair of very lovely people who were the stewards of the land where camp takes place. They lived on site and took care of the property for 28 years, until they retired last year.

John knows an incredible amount about the surrounding area, and the ways in which the various different elements within a healthy forest interact with each other.

Each year he would take anyone who was interested on a walk through the woods, where we would share some of his vast knowledge, and try to express just how great his affection for this land is.

I don’t know many people who are as connected to the land they live on.



(Back to the summer)

I’ve been attending this camp that I work at since I was 13. First as a camper, and now on staff.

Seeing as this camp is located in rural Oregon, there many, huge, beautiful trees, of the sort that make this prairie-dwelling fellow’s head explode.

Amongst them, however, one stands out: The climbing tree. It’s roughly 70ft tall, with limbs like a ladder, and can be easily climbed by just about anyone. I have wanted to climb this tree since I first met it. However, heights kind of terrify me, so I have never been more than a few branches up.

Until this past year. Finally, after so many years fantasizing about it, I finally climbed it. My dear friend Emma encouraged me/led the way, and we spent half an hour or so amongst the tree tops. These photos of her are taken just a few feet from the top.

It was worth the wait.




(Source: dex5m)



Graduating class of NBTSC 2013, Oregon session 2.

On the bottom picture left to right:

Josh Beck; Joshua Simon; Jack Schuster; Johnathan Elie; Kina Wolfenstein; Me (Benji B’Shalom); Woddy Riese; Myca Blazer; Kimi Biegler; Jamie Wilcox.

Top photo by Janie Hubert.

Bottom photo by Zen.

(via last-of-the-time-cats)



Photos of Carolina, another friend from NBTSC.

She’s wearing masks of the sort used in Commedia Dell’arte, a form of theatre from 16th century Italy that she is passionate about. It’s where modern sketch comedy is derived from, as well as the concept of improvisation. 

Surprising no one, I was really excited to get a chance to photograph her wearing them, considering my love of masks, and the fact that I tried and failed to photographer her last year, as well.

Sometimes I really hate direct sunlight.



One of my fellow staff members at camp is my dear friend Tilke. She is truly the most awe-inspiring and inspirational artist I know. She makes her own paints using natural materials, and she built her own studio in her backyard. She is literally the only person who has ever been inside it.

This year at camp she did several installation pieces where she painted images onto trees around camp, using water-based paints she made herself, and working with the natural features of the bark.

If you want to see some incredible paintings and other lovely art, you should probably go look at her website.



These are some images of the cabin it’s self, as well as one of the impressively dilapidated outhouse a little way further down the path.

It’s an incredibly beautiful spot. As someone who lives in the prairies, it’s sometimes hard for me to comprehend the scope and scale of the forest in places like Oregon.

The trees are so big!

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