Portland — This is my first visit to Portland, and the stakes are high. Our family made the decision to try to leave South Africa and move back to the US. Portland is our current city of choice, and I’ve been sent ahead on this reconnaissance mission to see what it would be like to live here. Right now I’m sitting in Coava Coffee Roasters, nervous as all hell ahead of some job interviews, and watching Portl...
Portland — In 15 years, I’ve discovered one very good reason to love this town: you can be yourself, or you can be someone else. Portland takes it all in stride—as long as there’s good coffee available. ...
Portland — We arrived in Portland just over a week ago, and I feel different. Happy. Restless. Confused. Excited. Apprehensive. That’s all part of the deal, of course. Moving countries is not for the faint of he...
Portland — It’s 2pm on a summery Sunday afternoon in Portland, OR. Your wife and baby are sleeping. You and your 4-year old are wide awake, on the verge of boredom. What would you do? I reach for Yelp and type ...
A good perch
A different perspective
Farmers Market, a taste of local flavors.
Wealth in any community comes from its people and their efforts to beautify every member.
Rain's finally here again, after one of the hottest summers I've had in the city, a comfort of home.
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
We started the walk in bright sun and a light breeze. I convinced myself that the dark clouds in the distance were blowing away from us. I was wrong. Wet dog, wet human.
Graffiti and Ghost Signs
Crossing
early blossoms greet/ old towering evergreens/ back 2 work 4 me!
Crepuscule with Pie
Tiny but tough flowers remind me, miles away, of the gossamer wings of Mardi Gras, the "butterfly of Winter."
the artful dodger learns how to take the next step...
a memoir of a Jim Dandy day
The Monster Under My Bed, in portraits by my nieces
It's not home until the turntable is set up.
She's standing outside the New Seasons market on Alberta Street--penguin-shaped, tented in a polyurethane poncho, holding a cardboard sign that said "Hungry." Shit, I think. Shit shit shit.
They counsel, cajole and comfort you in the weeks before turning 30. They don't tell you about how it feels to spend a decade *in* your 30s, just turning older.
In a neighborhood pumpkin patch, a brief conversation on eating flowers...
Seeing through the motion to find the moment...
Mood companion
A Simulacrum for the Blues
Minerve, the cliffs where vineyards grow upon rocks, silence, and ancient prayers left by long ago violence...
Community
Parades seen in Oregon, from a funky Nola perspective
Grits & Gris, pirate banter, and things that were saved from "lost & found..."
The most amazing smoothie you'll ever have. From a trailer.
Yes.
In the end it's all about not over thinking things.
Choosing to eat healthy because I love myself.
A Sunday morning game of words...
The Portland Way
Whether to be seen or not seen.
Spring has arrived in Portland
What happens when a New Orleans chef finds pirate wine & Szechuan food side-by-side? Joyful mischief ensues...
Literally, a flight into the Willamette wine country begins...
Take heart
How do you convince a friend that this is where they need to be?
Enjoying the company of an old friend visiting Portland. It's bringing much needed joy into my life. Dinner at Andina, a Peruvian restaurant, where everything was perfect. Including the mojito.
Reflections, a trick of the light, zooming...
We hung these white sheets outside and the wind blows them in ripples and makes the shadows twist and wiggle.
Springtime. This morning it was 39 degrees. Now the sunshine feels like warm honey. We've all come outside.
I love immersing myself in a new town's coffee culture.
When the sun comes out in Portland, it's a beautiful thing.
Pre-dinner coffee at Stumptown
a neighborhood stroll...
"blue eyes"
Rain outside. Coffee inside. Polished wood and exposed beams. Burr grinders, steaming espresso machines, and gleaming glass slow-drip apparatus.
Animal Halo iteration ii
I've been sleeping so much lately.
Conversation moving. From raw to refined. From congested to flowing.
Holding pattern. Waiting in the wings. Apartment 119 beckons.
Sauvie Island
What do you usually think about when you are in the city you haven't been to before? What are the first things you notice? What do you compare it to?
"a case of mistaken identity..."
mesmerized by pale blue eyes...
mesmerized...by pale blue eyes
eating dirt
The Heliosphere of Mardi Gras
I’m reminded of a sci fi novel — maybe one of William Gibson’s?