These are from a trip up to Portland January 2024; we went up to see our friends Sam and Kate. I know I said the Driftwood pics were soon, but they’re not quite ready. I need to show them to some people before I can let them out the door. Anyway, this trip.
The air from the plane was, for some reason, super clear; it feels like it’s never this good. I took a bunch of photos out of the window on the way, and really liked this one.
I’m also not at all sure where the light in this photo was coming from. Maybe the city? Maybe another city, like Sac? No idea.
It was supposed to be a nice and simple little weekend jaunt. Go up, drink some wine, eat delicious food, and fly home. We got there, and it started snowing over night; by 10 in the morning the power had gone out and the whole city was basically shut down. We had cheese and crackers and wrapped ourselves in blankets, trying not to freeze. Sam made Caccio e Pepe for dinner, and I realized I was starving. I had been reading Moby Dick all day, got through the first lowering, and that’s where I still am in that book. Somehow, reading it while stuck in on a cold winter’s day was right, and since then the mood hasn’t struck me. I do love that if you just read the first several chapters, it’s a buddy comedy between Ishmael and Queequeg. Nothing bad could happen to our buddies, right?
Anyway. The power came on in the night and the house warmed up; we were all able to shower and charge our devices back to full when we woke up in the morning. Then we went wine tasting in downtown Portland. Neat place, big Burgundies. All the waiters could do this neat trick with the stacked glasses that apparently everyone that comes in has to get a picture of. Yes, I am also guilty.
And then that night, I decided to walk a little bit around the neighborhood. I think I was nominally searching for an open store to sell me a soda or gatorade, but really it was a little cabin fever and a need to move around a bit. Hard to sit still.
