the country of calvinball

During my time in Nepal, I came to think of it, sort of, as “Whose Line Is It Anyway, the country”; the more time I spent there, the more I came to realize that, well, there are no rules, and the points don’t matter. And just like a good Calvinball game, we came out ahead, with a final score of oogy to boogy. By the time I got on the plane to head home, there was nothing on earth that could surprise me, or Kempy for that matter. I think we hit peak surprise somewhere in the middle of the trip, but it’s hard to know exactly when.

( calvinball )

(images shot on Portra 400, and on Ilford HP5 Plus.)