Drizzle Rain

A trip of plovers paused wading in the wet sand of an ebb tide each one after another across the sloping beach stopped and pecked and ran on. Up on 101 a swarm of workers on a wet sidewalk in winter huddled at the bus stop waiting and each one hopped aboard and nipped and…

SE Portland Triathlon Photo Essay

For the first leg of my triathlon event yesterday, I boarded Line 15 and rode down to the river, disembarking at the east end of the Hawthorne Bridge. I sat in the last seat of the bus, in the left corner, with this week’s New Yorker fiction issue. I had read on the bus stop…

November Day Along the River

How are you? You are how this is too easy a still gift of photographs almost like a real letter. You like flowers, flowers like you, like Peonies, purple green red yellow mopped hair Marigolds, red orange bites Red geraniums in a real clay pot and those little white hanging threading flowers, I don’t know…