Random recent photos, part 1.

The last time the weather was as beautiful as it was today, Sarah and I borrowed a friend's canoe and rowed up the Willamette past the Sellwood Bridge and back. I spent much of the afternoon pondering the fact that I'd lived here so many years and never once been on the river. How strange. I found a piece of petrified wood on Ross Island that had been rounded smooth over the years by the water. We saw a deer on the riverbank. Cruised by South Waterfront, which appeared somewhat phastasmic, fixed in its own unreality. The Sellwood bridge, rated a 2 out of 100 on the bridge safety scale, and sure to drop in the next moderate earthquake if it doesn't get replaced first, looks even more narrow from below than it feels to be on it.

Finally, mentioning the deer reminded me of another wildlife experience I had recently after dark. I was down on the dock just south of the Hawthorne taking pictures of the city when I heard some rustling behind me. I assumed someone was walking down onto the dock and didn't think much of it, but when I turned around there were three small animals wrestling with each other, like cats, about 20 feet away. My first (very anthropocentric) thought was that someone was walking their puppies. A bit more examination and I realized, of course, that I was observing three baby wild things, unaware of my presence, in the act of playing. Unfortunately, I couldn't see very well in the dark, and when I clumsily tried to snap a picture of them using my flash they all jumped into the water and disappeared. For a few hours later that evening debate raged among my friends about whether I had seen baby beavers, baby river otters, or baby raccoons adept --hopefully-- at swimming.

Another monochromatic yet mercifully dry day today for a ride around town. Clayton was my partner, waiting patiently while I snapped photos. Culminating over a happy hour beer with an "ornery" Ms. BKJ, fresh from five hours of studying at PSU. I can't think of many ways that I'd rather spend a day than wandering aimlessly around the city with a friend.

Late night under the Marquam, Portland's one truly unfortunate bridge.

Last Friday Savannah and I took a bike ride (via tram) into the west hills. After we parted ways, I took a lane going down W Burnside and then stopped accross from Powells for awhile before the memorial ride. It was one of those grey pretty evenings, with occasional patches of blue and orange in the sky, that starts balmy and ends with a chill.

I think I have an art crush.

I'm not sure how a night can manage to be both so simultaneously heartbreaking and heartwarming. Hundreds and hundreds of cyclists turning out for a memorial ride, silent except for clanging bells.

Obviously, we need to regulate pens.

Today my expert-mycologist brother Alex (aka the baby Grizzle) took Sarah and I out to one of his super-secret chanterelle sites in the gorge. It was the perfect chilly autumn day for rustling around among the ferns, wild gingers, doug firs, and fungi. In true brother form, he made sure to congratulate me for being the 50-millionth person to shoot this picture of the gorge from the Portland Women's Forum viewpoint. Hey... thanks.
Dinner tonight, as you can imagine, was delicious.

I braved a ride over the Morrison yesterday between cloudbursts, shooting across the I-5 on- and off-ramps. I'm looking forward to the bike and pedestrian improvements that are supposedly on the way for that bridge next year.

Um... hello.