Me. Taking pictures of me. Nobody gets me to open up like that. Except for me.

As my visits to Missoula grow fewer and fewer, I will get nostalgic about my last moments there. Here are recent photos of my trips…

This is what I look like now, bearded, shorn and eurotrashy.

Partying it up at Missoula's independent music festival, which in fact was about a million years ago.

Stuff in and on the way to Austin, my next glamorous destination.

Me. Taking pictures of me. Nobody gets me to open up like that. Except for me.

Portraits and shout-outs to the lost loves of my ex-euro-life

Various european cities and/or me in them

Pictures from my ville in France and the gorgeous, rich, alcohol-stained region surrounding it.

Me. Taking pictures of me. Nobody gets me to open up like that. Except for me.

Various european cities and/or me in them