An eerie twilight on the Eastbank. I often find myself imagining what this valley was like a mere several hundred years ago in all its primeval glory: the same ocean-damp air, the same aloof clouds moving from west to east, the same rumbling faultlines, and the sounds of forest and oak savanna and river.
posted by andrew at 12:24 AM
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I've tried to imagine the same - it would likely be barely recognizable as the Portland of today.
I don't know which is more poetic - your photos or your descriptions. Thank you!
MBN
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