Winter Whiteness in Portland

There were some beautiful, even magical, moments over this holiday in Portland. We got snow and we got a lot of it. Each morning we would wake up to a new glistening layer of whiteness to play with and admire. Norah and Harvey built snowmen, made snow angels, cried from the cold, laughed with it. A winter storm to remember. Now there is just the sludge, and there is a lot of it...

Columbia River in November

The weather has been bright, clear and chilly here for the past couple of weeks. We have been sadly squandering much of it away inside because I have been tired, tired, tired. But we have managed to get outside to enjoy it on a couple of occasions. On this particular Sunday morning, we watched planes take off, Harvey's new favorite pass-time, by the Portland airport. Following that, we went to a beach by the Columbia River. The kids ran around, drew pictures in the sand, and Harvey stared silently again out at the water. Beautiful, calm morning.