Tag: Oregon
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Trimmed and burning
As you may have already noticed, I kind of have a thing for lighthouses. It’s probably no surprise they’ve cropped up in my work lately, since my corner of the world is fair teeming with them. But I even find myself sneaking them into other projects, even when it’s not strictly necessary. So you can…
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Pirate’s cove
My next stop on the trip was one I would have made anyway, just for the sheer natural beauty. But what really happened is that I let my inner movie geek take over. Film buffs: recognize that location? Ah, Cannon Beach. Home of the iconic Haystack Rock and filming location for The Goonies and a…
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Raincoat/rain coast
My lucky good weather held out until I hit the Oregon border. And then the storm hit. It poured. I mean, absolutely cats and dogs. Once in awhile it let up enough to let a hint of sunshine through, but then the shower curtains would roll back in a moment later. Sometimes the weather made…
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S.O.S.
Not long ago I stood where the ripple of a far-away tragedy would soon wash ashore—just as we will send the Pacific rippling back westward when—not if—our time comes. We received the echo of Japan’s catastrophe like the other end of a tin-can walkie-talkie, string pulled taut. This time the waves are faint at our…
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Aboard the Pineapple Express
One of the nerdy things I love most in the world is “collecting” regional nicknames for weather systems. I’ve lived in a lot of different places, and have first-hand experience with such things as the Nor’easter, the Albuquerque Low, the Alberta Clipper, and Blood Rain (which, I’ll admit, is as freaky as the name; watching…
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Holdouts and harbingers
Somehow I’ve managed to tear myself away from the massive pile of drawings a couple of times in the past two weeks—once for a quick trip to the wonderful Olympia Farmers Market to pick up a few things. (Look, fractal geometry!) Okay, maybe “few” is stretching the truth a bit, since one of those items…
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Volcano vacation
The second part of my little stolen holiday was a little more ambitious: a four-night camping trip with the Tailor in southern Oregon. It was just what the doctor ordered—the perfect prescription for recharging the soul. We camped in the Rogue River National Forest, in a grove of hemlocks and blooming dogwoods, just downstream from…
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Goonies never say die!
The Tailor and I had some errands to run in Portland yesterday, and since the the rain that has been pounding us for two weeks was finally starting to give way to sun, we decided to take the long way home, along the winding coastal road. We stopped for clam chowder in Astoria, Oregon—a historic…