understanding (n.)

 A set of stairs I visit regularly at Doernbecher's Children Hospital.
{My life is a set of stairs going up ... going down.}

Portland Composts!  is getting old.  I will not miss this little container hanging out in my kitchen.

On a Sunday in NW Portland.

Portland is extremely sustainable, it's true.
But drinking reclaimed city water from the top of this post?  I don't know if I know anybody who cares about sustainability that much.

Shoes and I have lunch at Cha! Cha! Cha! Tacqueria in Sellwood.

It snowed in Portland.
And the world didn't end.

At a local market, Portlanders pay a pretty penny for balsamic vinegar.

Portland Aerial Tram, mentioned last week.
Coming up.

When I have my uncomplicated little camera with me, I tend to look at things differently.  Hence, my new Monday posts.   {In the land of diagnosing mental illness and treating very hurt children, it is right and fitting and good to look at something different.  And.  I love this city, for all of its strange, idiosyncratic, hipster-as-religion quirks.}


Downtown.
From the Tram.
A usual part of my Saturday commute.