September 14, 2014

A couple spots of snow survived this summer despite how hot it seemed – of course they’re not spots but vast fields of scree-studded ice cut by flowing arroyos way up on Mt. Constance – Jon Oropeza

June 13, 2014

Pouring down I-5 into downtown Portland, an endless mid-June evening, river glassy, brick city, top down Camaro and I’m flinging from one lane to the next and onto the offramp towards Morrison Bridge, Belmont St, east Portland of chestnuts and maples. Another morning. Walking to Oblqiue to meet my friend for coffee. Rush and bustle […]

May 11, 2014

Today was That Day In May in the Pacific Northwest. The sun wasn’t just out, it was Out. Bright, full sunlight and the trees thick with green leaves. Driving along the river or through a neighborhood past a packed sidewalk cafe, winter seems like another country, one that you’ve left far behind. – Jon Oropeza

September 10, 2013

they’re playing kickball in the gloaming bottles clinking straining to see the ball – no one wants to go in. And you want heaven on earth? Tonight. Stars in heavy syrup. Sliver moon clinging to the tops of the branches. How close to the heavenly dome? With 80 degrees and a gentle north breeze blowing, […]

June 28, 2013

– Syrupy. – A honey hive of bugs. Ticks. Jiggers. Wasps. Things that sting and buzz. – Snow? No. Cottonwood. – “Remember how it’s like this in January in San Diego?” – Wish I had a pool. – “Four season living: 1) Winter 2) Still Winter 3) When the $%#@ is it going to be […]

July 5, 2012

Last night we had a fine fireworks show, right across the street in the park: Nothing organized by anyone. Just funloving folks showing up with lots of explosives and putting on an impromtu show. How it was when we were kids. They say summer begins on the day after the 4th of July here in […]

June 20, 2012

Top of the year, the pendulum out as far as it goes. The final extension of daylight hours before she starts on her long topping pattern. I wonder sometimes if there weren’t primitives who were seduced into believing that one year, the days might just keep getting longer and longer. Into perpetuity. It sounds ridiculous. […]