On the Northwest Trail #7 Last Days


Downtown Portland, Oregon, 2014

Left, Outside the Crystal Ballroom, Portland, Oregon, 2014

Right, Mark Hosler (right) and Doug Theralt (left) from the band, Office Products, in the Green Room at the Crystal Ballroom, Portland, Oregon, 2014

Back to Portland after our week on the Olympic Peninsula. From slow to fast, quiet to noise, open landscape and forest to mountainous buildings. We like it here. 

First night back we go to the Crystal Ballroom to hear our friend Mark Hosler who lives in Madison County. Mark is a founding member of the band Negativland and he was doing a show of his unique music, which I might describe as organized noise. 


Mark Hosler pushing the buttons and turning the dials, Crystal Ballroom, Portland, Oregon, 2014

We mostly take it easy the last few days. Museums, food, some shopping, more food, laying around, yet more food and drinks. We hang out with Ben at Clyde Common, the bar/restaurant he works in. We meet his friends and co-workers who, to a person, treat us like visiting royalty. Ben clearly loves his work, bartender and mixologist, and I must say how satisfying it is to see one's child doing something he enjoys, where he has found his niche. Home.

Ben mixing at Clyde Common, Portland, Oregon, 2014


On the Northwest Trail #2


Architectural and Food Elements in Portland and Beyond.

Downtown Portland, Oregon, 2014. Sometimes photographs just appear, magically, while walking, you look up  and there it is, gone with the next step. I love it when this happens. Pay attention, I think.


From Child #1's Kitchen Window, Portland, Oregon, 2014. It's a culture of food and drink and we were fully engaged. 


Olympic Provisions, Portland, Oregon, 2014. Incredible homemade salamis, a wonderful lunch, and a sign I would like at the bottom of my driveway.


Neah Bay, Washington, 2014. More creative signage and even better fish. For breakfast, with eggs, toast and jelly, perhaps a tater, hard to beat in my mind.


Benjamin - Felice trentatre compleanno.



Bambino numero uno con la varicella.



As parents we are loath to admit this,

But our first children hold a special place.

In our hearts.

In our minds.

In our imaginations.


For men, if the first is a son, they become

the gift of maturation. In them,

the manchild and man to be, we

see ourselves, all we were, and

all we must become.

It’s sobering.


You do what you can and

weather the chickenpox, the rat house, the divorce, and new life.

You took steel drum class in high school,

instead of my choice of Latin.

But took Italian in college. I so like that.

We grow older and into our own selves.

In ways and places no one could have predicted.

And we leave, and come back, and meet up.


And we always like what we see.

Alla casa de le topi.


 In Arizona e in Portland, Oregon.