Monday, May 14, 2007

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.


Blogger Gazelle said...

I've tried to imagine the same - it would likely be barely recognizable as the Portland of today.

9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know which is more poetic - your photos or your descriptions. Thank you!


8:20 AM  

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