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Back for a summer outing 6 years later, the path still welcomes you home.

After a short hike to falls creek falls, you come to the lower section of a stunning 3 section waterfall. Water falls down and mist shoots up. These mosses find a friendly home.

Several years ago we visited the vacation house of a friend of a friend in the Columbia Gorge, near White Salmon. Sometimes the fog would break and you could see the expanse of the river below. After a stroll, here’s the path back to the house.

It’s now a little tradition to get a restrained amount of fireworks at Bargain Betty’s on the reservation on the way to the island for 4th of July. Sparklers and the last light of day; the smell of sulphur infused smoke.

Up on Lummi Island for the 4th of July, exploring the backyard at the house. Saw this little one on the outdoor shelf under a garden-facing window.

Sunday I went out to the woods in search of wild chanterelles while Dana was studying. I returned victorious with several pounds that smelled of wild places and changing seasons.

On my bike ride downtown to the office I often see the way the seasons play out on the riverfront landscape, but seldom do I stop to snap a shot. Today was different. The fall air was cool and damp, and the river was glass.

This was the first of many harvests from our curbside tomato beds. We have a zillion golds, which just pop in your mouth when they are warmed by the sun.

A couple of weeks ago I was in Boulder for a surprise birthday party for my dad. As I was driving into town the light was just that perfect afternoon photo light. I stopped out on 75th, near the old railroad car depot. To my back was an apple tree, and I could [...]

Dana and Emily feed the chickens grass. It seems to be one of Emily’s favorite pass-times.

Martha and Charles’s oldest daughter Emily was running circles around Martha over the weekend at Virginia and Drew’s party.

We went berry picking last week out at Morning Shade Farm in Canby, OR. We picked a lot of blueberries (now resting in our freezer) and they also had some black currants! We picked about a pound and are going to use some of them to infuse local organic vodka from a new [...]

At a potluck at Drew and Virginia’s house last night, Dana found herself as the mistress of frying fish. I could not help but be awestruck at the beauty of her back in the late evening light.

Up at the Meadow in Colorado, we got stuck in a rainstorm and got wet. That meant we could have a fire and dry our feet.

My friend B is a volunteer fire fighter in Boulder, Colorado. He keeps his gear in the back of his car. We were out at the Boulder Reservoir on the 4th of July and my other friend B was running around with the helmet on. Fun times.

Our friend Kitt lives in a house with several cherry trees in SE Portland, and wow do they have a lot of cherries right now. We picked for what seemed liked hours last night and didn’t even make a dent. We’ve decided to freeze most of what we took home, but we needed [...]

Our campsite along the Lower Santiam had this gorgeous view of the river. It also was littered with cigarette butts, beer cans and Cheeto bags from the large party group who occupied it before us on Saturday night.

I was recently up at Doe Bay on Orcas Island to celebrate with the recent graduates from Bainbridge Graduate Institute. This is one of the view’s from the retreat house, first thing in the morning, before heading out on the water a wake-me-up kayak.

At the Portland Farmer’s Market there’s fresh Columbia Salmon 4 sale. About how big was that fish?

About 30 miles east of Salem, OR lies the stunning landscape of Opal Creek and Bull of Woods Wilderness Area. Just after the road turns to dirt is a pull off for 3 pools, a popular summer swimming hole on the frigid + crystal clear river. We were there in late June when [...]

To listen to recorded lectures she missed, Dana has to use two laptops.

On Memorial Day we went over to our friends Meghan and Yuki’s house for some requisite holiday bbq. They had been busy getting the yard in order: freshly planted vegetable beds, chickens in the coup, and fire pit ready for hot coals. I’ve never had chickens, but there are a lot of people [...]

It was just one of those evenings when the sun peeks through the trees to illuminate objects near the ground. These curbside grasses caught my eye and reminded me how beautiful simple things in the city can be.

Just up the street from us is Sunnyside Piazza, one of several intersection repair projects in Portland. The idea is you get neighbors together and paint the intersection to reclaim the street, slow traffic, and build community. Yesterday it was freshly painted.

Out on a midweek walk in early May on Powell Butte, 165 blocks East of downtown Portland, and we stopped off at this old orchard on the top of the hill.

I was in Washington D.C. for the first time recently and I walked around all the monuments. They are impressive. And yet I was also struck by the people living out their days in the shadows of these places. For these two men, what better way to pass the mid-spring afternoon than [...]

On the plane looking out from above the rocky mountains to the great plains. Salmon Nation’s Eastern border.

On the way into Olympic National Park from the north end of the peninsula, you drive along the Lower Elwah river. I got here late afternoon and stepped out to find this serene scene.

The mini-bike olympics cam through town.

This tree is in Mt. Tabor park in the heart of Portland. It’s seen a lot happen in the last 300 years from its perch overlooking E. Hawthorne Blvd.

This year I built a couple of raised beds for some fresh vegetables. On this one, I made a hot-house lid to start off the little lettuce.

These berries grow on the tropical, big leafed plant in our yard in Portland. Every spring, these berries ripen and the crows have a feast.

This fish had washed up on the beach and needed saving. When we got to it, it was gasping. It felt fatty and sticky when I picked it up and threw it back into the rolling waves.

When the tide goes out in Nehalem Bay State Park, there are lots of tide-puddles to jump over.

My drinking water comes from the Bull Run Watershed. On its way to my tap, it stops off here at one of the reservoirs on Mount Tabor in SE Portland.

My wife is studying to be a Naturopathic physician, which in my mind is the parallel to sustainability in business but it’s for the body. Taking a whole systems view and seeking to address the root of the problem. How can we build a healthy society if we are unhealthy?  Thrivability means [...]

On the way back to Portland from mushroom hunting toward the coast, I couldn’t help but stop to soak in the afternoon light.

Out at the Wy-Kan-Ush-Pum Village at Metro’s annual Salmon Festival, salmon is cooked just the way it should be.

A gorgeous October day in Portland, at the farmer’s market. It was packed and people were happy with the abundance.

We thought we might take a walk through the woods on Sauvie Island outside of Portland, but found many of the trails closed for hunting season, and none of us were wearing orange. So we strolled along the beach on the shore of the Columbia River and wondered if the river was tidal or [...]

We were hunting for chantrelle’s but the forest was bone dry. The rains of the temperate rainforest have yet to set in. Instead we went down by the creek and watched a beetle try to make its way by moving from stone to stone.

Late August on Opal Creek south of Portland means the water is low, which means I could walk for hours right down in the river canyon by jumping from smooth rock to smooth rock. Pine needles had just started falling and were clinging to the rims of small pools filled with clear, blue water.

On the beach near Nehalem Bay, Oregon, on a misty day in the middle of summer. Wet rocks always look so lovely against the vibrant green of nature.

Just outside of Vancouver, BC is a public park in the woods known for its suspension bridge. Actually there are two parks: one that’s free and one that costs a lot of money. We went to the free one, and found the park riddled with swimming holes. The water was cold, but [...]

Lots of bending down makes strawberry picking hard work, but the reward is succulent. Friends of ours gathered these berries, which became the jam offered as wedding favours to our guests.

At an autumn cider-pressing party this kid was trying out the apple skinning device.