Mulling over the stars and space, galaxies and astronomy, and what is observable... as you do...
Once the snack hits his bloodstream, the six year old jolts into action, running headlong up the trail... The nine year old is on a different sort of journey; carrying a notebook and pencil...
I've been mulling over the ordinary things in life: my pen and paper, cold water, the tomato and eggplant. They transform as soon as I take notice, revealing something extraordinary.
An afternoon hike led to a sweet estate garden out in the 'burbs.
Some birthdays are passed in celebration, some with dread, and some like this last one, with just a nod and a shrug, acknowledging the passage of time. And another hike around Ridgefield Nature Preserve.
I thought the biggest drama of a trip would be the fact that I haven't taken an overnight trip in 19 months. But that part was easy. The drama came from all directions.
On the road to eastside Oregon, re-learning our social skills.
The vast grassland stretched out into a perfect spring day. An eagle soared, a heron and egret fished. I needed nothing else from the world for just that moment.
May in our Portland garden.
A gorgeous spring weekday, a visitor who's never seen Multnomah Falls or the Columbia Gorge, and his fancy Tesla to test drive. All ingredients for a fun afternoon on the road.