Well they turned out in droves today for the first Cross Crusade race at Alpenrose Dairy. They negotiated the parking lot first. Then the check in. And then the real race began… Riders ran up the famed staircase, sprinted through the old-timey townsite, crept along the off-camber grass, bounced through bumpy pastureland and they finished… Continue reading Cyclocross: Alpenrose
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The Heart
I was fine until I got about two blocks from the hospital. Suddenly I realized I needed to pull over and think. The slicing open of a man’s chest. The removal of a vein from his leg. The heart beating slowly. Very slowly. It wasn’t the first time I’d photographed open heart surgery. But there’s… Continue reading The Heart
Unplugged
Just last night, Portland band Blitzen Trapper played an acoustic show at the Portland Playhouse in front of about 150 people. The audience was silent. The air was still. Vocal harmonies filled the room and sent chills across my skin. It was a different vibe than the past times I’ve seen the band. Those guys… Continue reading Unplugged
Rapha Gentlemen’s Race
Many times throughout the day, riders asked me if I was doing okay. How was I holding up to the heat, the miles. Was I getting enough water. It was, after all, closing in on 100 degrees and the race snaked through the Coast Range for 123 miles and more than 6000 feet of elevation… Continue reading Rapha Gentlemen’s Race
Post Pickathon 2010
Langhorne Slim at Alberta Street Pub on Tuesday night Every year, something unplanned seems to happen a few days after Pickathon that brings a few folks back together to share a hug, a beer and some stories. Last night, Langhorne Slim and Woody Pines showed up at Alberta Street Pub and cranked out some tunes… Continue reading Post Pickathon 2010
Summer of the Fish
First fish. Timothy Lake on Mount Hood, Oregon We’ve already spent a good chunk of these summer days out camping somewhere in the Cascades. Mount Hood, the Metolius River, the McKenzie River and two different Clear Lakes. The driving force and unexpected thrill of all of this has been watching Leo, 4, dive into fishing… Continue reading Summer of the Fish
Passing Time
My dad, brothers and I heading out to go fishing in Colorado in 1977 Leo, age 4, with my dad in 2010 Photo editor and fellow PDXcrosser Mike Davis suggested on his blog just before Father’s Day to “make a picture of your dad, if you can, to remember him as he is this year,… Continue reading Passing Time
Finally Summer
Huckleberry ice cream The sun was watching the calendar up here in the Northwest. On Monday, as if on cue, the weather and my attitude changed with the flip of the switch that sent us into Summer. High lake, still snowy We were up in the Cascades on the Metolius River when it happened. The… Continue reading Finally Summer
Farewell Plum
Grazing, August 2008. Yesterday’s wind and rain storm knocked out a few young tomato plants around town for sure. And sadly, it took down my favorite old plum tree. Part of the curved trunk still stands, barely. The mass of the tree tumbled into the neighbor’s yard during an especially gusty few minutes in early… Continue reading Farewell Plum
The House Concert
Walter Parks warms up before performing a house concert in southeast Portland. There’s the old debate about whether or not there is a “first annual” anything. But you see it all the time. First annual festival. First annual sale. First annual meeting. The AP style book sends a quick reminder that the word annual should… Continue reading The House Concert