With another nod of gratitude to Laura O. Foster, I present you with Portland Hill Walk No. 15. It starts at the Leach Botanical Garden, verdant beauty tucked like a secret in Southeast.
Johnson Creek, swollen, swift, and silent, with its own secrets to tell.
The Leach Botanical Garden was originally a residence, and a beautiful one, at that. Learn more about it here.
An old gem of a Studebaker named Trudi.
Mount Saint Helens and Mount Adams
Willamette National Cemetery on Mount Scott, a place of humility and gratitude.
My dear man. A great, albeit campy, television show. A rocking song.
Happy not to be bundled in a multitude of layers. Our clear day was very chilly.
My stance, according to the hubster, epitomizes my womanliness. Maybe it was the clothes, too. He’s not sure. Regardless, I love the way he sees me.