We look out as if we are looking into a gigantic fishbowl,

watching wide-eyed at the movement and growth and change in

the landscape around us. This is our Portland fishbowl, our Portland bubble.

There is comfort in knowing that even the things we can’t see still exist.

 

Meet my taller three sisters...

The sun feels as amazing on your skin as it looks like it would in this picture.

Rain is in the forecast soon, so we’ll sit and take in this scene until then.

A taste of summer is in our midst – dinner on the patio, hummingbirds flitting about, stars above, lawnmowers with sun up. It’s a good day here in Portland.

 

Here’s to the rowers of Portland who greet the day on the banks of the Willamette

when the waters are still calm.

We are often teased by the prospect of Spring in April.

Clouds.

We often look for peace outside of ourselves.

In a place like Portland, this is an easy place to (superficially) find it.

Nothing special. Another gray day.

We know it's there.

 

I feel alright, like the morning I am golden.

 

The dawn of a new day. Set your intentions and go forth.

We’ve got many shades of blue...and they all make us smile.  

Just how will the sun greet us today? What will the day bring? What promises does it hold?