Thursday, January 17, 2008

It snowed this morning in the valley. Just enough to make a bike ride across town pure pleasure. This really is the deepest point of winter here. I like it much better than the months of November and December, simply because it tends to be colder and there is a gradual improvement in the amount of light we get everyday.

My grandmother died a couple hours ago. I'm in a reflective mode right now, thinking about some of the more merciless aspects of life. Long story, but if someone had told me at the age of 13 that I'd receive the news of her death (mere miles away from the scene of expiration) on a cold Portland sidewalk with barely a twinge of emotion, I would have been astounded. I wonder how unbelieving I'd be now if I could peer into the future. I'd guess thoroughly.

So, behold a few images from the lovely Columbia Gorge, the result of a Flexcar trip several days ago with Ms. Sarah Magrish, newly 29 and a seasoned adventurer.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


i watched my grandmother take her final breath. that was not so tough as watching my grandfather watch her take her final breath.

i've been reflective of late as well. maybe it's because my life is in flux right now in some pretty significant ways.

come on over.


5:03 AM  
Blogger drew said...

Man... I wish. Lufthansa is having a winter sale. $180 to Frankfurt.

Are you leaving Sofia??

6:52 PM  

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