A place where we're reminded that once upon a time no humans walked, where human strife didn't exist, where none of this, none of us, mattered.
I like Portland weather partly because I have no choice. I repeatedly re-embrace it in a cognitively dissonant way, forcing myself to think: It's exciting! It's variety! It's opportunity! instead of: Oh this sucks!
Looking for color in the Dog Days of summer.
Learning the challenges of a new music festival, but this year the fun-meter was on high.
A Walk In a Park and a Hanging - you just never know what you're going to get when you step out your door.
...recently, driving 1900 miles through California and back, feeling the pull in both directions, I realize that I've become polyamorous, very much a two state woman.
The Columbia Gorge hides a wealth of secrets, and I'm unlocking them by getting up close, learning their names, making them mine.
An afternoon hike in Lacamas Park turns into a hike into history, ecology, botany and more. The retired life!
A road trip to see more of the Columbia River turned into a discovery of history, economy, ecology, geography, and as always, beauty.
Alan and I seem to be competing for who can make the other one cry more, as we share things we've read and seen and heard. The planeload of marchers arriving in DC on the Patriots' plane - of course marked "Patriots." Emma Gonzalez' speech. Martin Luther King Jr.'s granddaughter. Kids speaking more clearly, coherently, … Continue reading Shoulders and Coattails