It was time to get back in the saddle. A winter had passed, and a spring. It had been a winter of dark days in a cozy new home, a place where they would watch the storms from their couch as it crossed the mountain. Spring brought new beginnings, cherished visitors, new life, and loss. … Continue reading
Smoky summers are back here in Ashland and it’s about time we prepare to get out of town, fleeing to the clear skies in faraway hills and valleys and the coast. I always meant to write up a short post on our gear list in hopes of helping future travelers prepare for their journeys. Jeff … Continue reading
“You could be sad at how many stories go untold, but you could also be delighted at how many stories we catch and share in delight and wonder and astonishment.” The esteemed Brian Doyle (1957-2017) Cold, salty water seeps into the mesh tops of my cycling shoes, as the crunch of sand bites metal cleats. … Continue reading
fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast. Continue reading
Because I woke up today to the splatter of rain on asphalt… Because now, in the lived-in-mid-morning, sun hits the rain still lingering on leaves… Because I don’t want to restate what has already been said… I am sharing with you a post I wrote two years ago, “an ode to pluviosity.” …Because today the … Continue reading
They say that Ginkgo is good for your brain. Fall comes, coating the street with memories. We pick them up, one by one. Continue reading
Summers were spent in the alternate reality that was Beach Haven. The small strip of beach between the YMCA camp and the harbor on Orcas Island, divided by large rocks that jutted out into the sound. A natural barrier against reality. Sometimes civilization would weedle its way in, in the form of yogurt containers and … Continue reading
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” – Rainer Maria Rilke – Do you remember last year’s songs? They do. Now, it’s time for us to sing along. ps. Check out Nikki McClure’s similarly beautiful rendition of April (from her 2013 calendar). Continue reading
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
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
in the midst 