May 24, 2021
I took a few pictures over the month of May. They’re all the words I have to share for now.
May 24, 2021
Also, here’s one of the things I’ve been doing this last month. This is George. Also, Gorgeous George, Little Guy, and Professor Louis Leaky (because he drools like a mf when you pet him). He’s had some trauma in his past and that’s made him the most challenging cat we’ve ever adopted, but he’s a sweetheart through and through and we love him
May 29, 2021
Another appalling and delightful visit to City Liquidators.
June 7, 2021
Not hide but linger. Not linger but shift. Not shift but settle. I am here in the soft folds of your pockets. Not waiting to be found. Just happy to be carried.
June 8, 2021
New monument on The Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Also, me today.
June 13, 2021
The wall of jasmine. The night’s wet aftermath. The patch of grass we leave uncut for the cat. She barely eats anymore but still darts outside to lick rain off the drooping stems.
June 14, 2021
Desperation doesn’t stop at the entrance to the park.
June 15, 2021
I’m now the kind of Portlander that longs for rainy summers.
June 16, 2021
June 19, 2021
June 20, 2021
Overnight, a poppy blooms. I didn’t even know it was growing there. Remember this.
June 23, 2021
June 26, 2021
What if “saving” was synonymous with simply stepping away? This path through the park has been blocked off for the sake of ground-nesting birds and the plant life is quickly taking over. Beautiful.
June 27, 2021
The sunflowers in my yard that bloomed in late August last year are blooming now.
June 30, 2021
The bay flows into the sea. The clouds roll over the hills. The heron waits in the ebbing tide for breakfast. With only three other humans on this wide wild stretch of beach at almost dawn, I almost remember what the world was without us.