a river of stones, 7.31.11

There is something about the zoo concerts that is so quintessentially Portland.
Maybe it’s just the feeling of being part of gigantic lawn picnic, with 3800
of your best friends…


a river of stones, 7.30.11

When I take my evening walk, I notice something new happening with
the line of maple trees they planted last year by the side of the road.
Each one has a 20 gallon “treegator” bag strapped to it. Really,
whatever will they think up next? I’d like my own private water supply!