"Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that one." - Nicholas Black Elk…

August, 2015, South Dakota, USA

Not sure when this was taken, but she appears to be studying Latin, by the looks of the original.

Another of K's favorite bands. I'd never heard of them before we met. She had great taste in independent rock music. She knew of a few world artists I'd never heard of before, as well. Loved country. Taught me to embrace it again. Never knew anyone like her, in my entire life.…

I called her "Pea". It was actually her name for me, at first; "Sugar Snap Pea". She was completely bald, at the time, due to her chemo treatments, and I just started calling her "Pea" because it seemed to fit.

Her hair color is a bit deceiving, in photos. It was black. Jet black and…

I used to polish these boots. Kind of regularly, when I was there, in fact. Just because I loved her. Kind of like Jesus' disciples washing one another's feet, I suppose. Simple act of selfless love. 

Kristin did not snag her jeans on a dock cleat. It's a bald-faced lie, coming straight from the mouth of the San Juan County Sheriff's…

I actually have a bunch of kin, in Missouri. When I was 17, I ran away from home. I had it in my mind that I was going to be a bluesman. Destination: New Orleans, Louisiana. I made it as far as Granite City, MO, where my Great Aunt and Uncle took me in ... and promptly called the police. 

This is the photo from our Reverb Nation site. One of the first she ever gave to me. It's altered from the original; I like to do photo art, and she was always pleased whenever I'd send one back with…

Kristin loved school. Deeply engaged with it, in fact. Everything from writing to acting and cheering on the football team.

I didn't like school at all. I was, however, ahead of my class in English, and sang bass in choir. And ... she was the sort of girl I would have probably fallen flat on my face in love with, as a schoolboy. (We were both very devoted to church, as well. I liked nice girls.)…

Can't remember the last time I was in a major city. I originally found this gig for Kristin. It's about as "Northern Exposure" as you can really get, here in Washington, these days. She had the DVD collection. Neither of us liked to watch TV, but we made an exception for that one.

This was a little too far from where she felt she needed to…

Little secret about Kristin: She adored Bon Jovi, as a young teenager.

I was more of a ZZ Top guy, at that age. But, we both agreed, all evidence gathered and interpreted, that John's band pretty much creamed that whole hair metal thing. I hear he's actually a great guy, too. 

Except for maybe Twisted Sister, that is.…

One of Kristin's favorite bands.

I'm not saying anything.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Straight Up and Down (Long…

This is how I remember Minneapolis.

Yes, I had a key. Wasn't supposed to, but I had one.

Ya wanna check for corn teeth, Dr. Sphincter? My ... "Anatolian Ridge"? Or, do you just want to "inform the court" them that I look like a junkie? Go smoke one. You old bugger, you. 

BANG!!

:D

(Scare ya?)

Black…

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August, 2015, Rapid City, South Dakota

Counting Crows - Round Here

Kristin was an Oberlin girl. Scholarship. I actually have a copy of her transcript. Kris Kolb could fight with a sword.

(We were both TAG kids, as youngsters, but I wasn't interested in college classes. I did, however, live on the University of Minnesota campus, for a time, while working as a canvasser for Greenpeace, back before it became what it now is. Never stopped learning, but I was more interested in the guitar than academia, at the time.)…

This is the last photo that Kristin ever sent to me. So, likely the last known, period. She was on her way to Seattle, for oncology. Very tired. She'd been running around, all over the place, trying to keep up with her busy schedule. There's a little animation that comes with the original, but I have to piece it together, frame by frame.

The…