through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see

I spent much of the last year & the year previous travelling the country & working for a, well, kind of theTV ratings company. My co-workers & myself fully meant to blog this experience, but it was strongly suggested we not do so, so as not to depress company members stuck in the HQ. There are thousands of photos documenting this and stories to go with them, but this being a forward-thinking kind of endeavor I won't go in to all of that.

However, there's a continuing story that came out of this that is still mildly amazing me. On several occasions I dipped down into the U.S.- I took some overtime in Vancouver around this time last year and fulfilled a longstanding desire, ripping down through Seattle and through the Cascade Mountains to

Roslyn, where rerun watchers and those of the reminiscent mind will recall 'Northern Exposure' was shot.
A great little town, with a cross-section of people as interesting as their fictional counterparts- I hung out at The Brick, chatting with the bartender and watching hippie mountain girls dancing with the old men to the owner's cover band, called 'Doohickey'.

From there I doubled back to the North Bend/Snoqualamie area, where 'Twin Peaks', the greatest, coolest television show of all time, was shot. Inasmuch as the brightness of 'Cicely, AK' was present in Roslyn, the creeping, dripping darkness that inspired the protracted moods of 'Twin Peaks' was in full evidence here. I didn't go into this place anticipating fear and eeriness to come upon me, but after ghosting through the area, it did.


river where Teresa Banks' body floated along at the beginning of 'Fire Walk With Me'

trailer park where she lived and where Agent Chet Desmond disappeared forever

bridge on which Ronette Pulaski appeared in a state of psychogenic fugue

corner across from the RR Diner where Mrs. Tremond/Chalfont and her grandson manifested themselves to Laura Palmer

So it's all getting to me. Not to mention I'm staying in a $35 a night motel room with blood stains on the floor. Some people have heard the story of the lost & lonely woman who was living in the room next to mine.
I got out of town and spent the afternoon in Seattle, but was drawn back that night. I checked into a new motel, crashed out, and as soon as I turned on the TV there was none other than


David Lynch, speaking about his study of Transcendental Meditation at the U of Washington in DC. I took lots of notes. People should really look in to what he's trying to do with all this- he's started a foundation.

The next day I tried to brighten things up a bit and walked around taking non-Twin Peaks related photos. There are a whole bunch of train cars parked on the tracks in the middle of town and they made for beautiful images.

Jump to almost a year later, and I catch wind of Lynch's new film, 'INLAND EMPIRE'. This rings a really odd bell, and after a while I go back to my photos from North Bend, and lo-


one of the North Bend rail cars.

and finally, this-


I know this may all seem mundane to the outsider, but the periods in one's life that seem to be sprinkled with some odd, serendipitous magic are rare. All of these little events tie together quite logically, in fact, but when you think of the things in your life that bring them together, well... Jesus.