Bryophytes

Open your eyes young ones, peer under the leaves of moss and ferns which are windows to magic worlds yet unknown, hardly believable. You may also like: Sprites The Unknown is the Best Part enchanted by some fun guys Continue reading →

Sprites

Prehistoric floods formed this land but there is more to history than just history. They walk in secret places, the tiniest places, unnoticed. Continue reading →

The Unknown is the Best Part

I enter the woods from a hidden path, which winds around a corner and out of sight. The trail wants to disappear as soon as possible, away from the train tracks and the cars and the busy roads, into the cool, verdant shelter of the trees. I do too. I slip into the trees, unnoticed … Continue reading →

St. Patrick would be proud

Celebrating seasons has been a focus for this blog since I started it over two years ago. Seeing the cycle of the earth sprouting, growing, flourishing, and then dying and decaying in its eruption of color, texture, and scent throughout the year has always been a point of interest for me as a nature observer. … Continue reading →

Painting Portland: historical Vista

When I moved back to Portland nine months ago in June 2011, I jumped face first back into my city. I adopted my mom’s old bike that she had used to traverse Portland from SE 20th and Main to Good Samaritan Hospital in the early 1980s. I saw it as my piece of history, reviving … Continue reading →

Painting Portland: the Poetry Post and more

Portlanders are bookish. From Annie Blooms to Reading Frenzy to Cameron’s to Wallace Books to Write Around Portland to Powells, City of Books (a literary mecca as the largest independent bookstore in the world), Portlanders find every opportunity to put their nose in a book or put a pen to paper. I am proud to … Continue reading →

enchanted by some fun guys

It was the perfect fall morning- bitingly cold and dry. Whispy fog lay low in the sky, pure white and sure to burn off. As we glided by the ponds and streams alongside Highway 6, a light mist hovered on the edge of liquid and gas on the surface. It danced in slow, rising whisps, … Continue reading →

Painting Portland: my favorite stairway walk

As was the case with a previous post about the Harry Stairs in San Francisco, I have been saving up for a chance to write about my favorite stairways of the West Hills in Portland. When the creative juices are running low, nothing is more inspiring than thinking and writing about one’s favorite places. It … Continue reading →

Painting Portland: a highway stairway walk

The mark of a truly livable city is one that has an endless supply of places to explore. Either this means that the city is constantly changing- new restaurants opening, new happy hour spots, new transit lines connecting neighborhoods, general neighborhood and city improvement, etc. or it means that there are countless hidden wonders just … Continue reading →