Living in the Pacific Northwest has made me reminisce a bit about the strongly demarcated—maybe even mildly explosive—seasons I experienced growing up in the Midwest. At the same time, the longer I spend in Portland, the more I appreciate some of the more subtle environmental shifts going on around me. So here’s a bit of a roundup of some of the things that have inspired me over the past few months; after all, why not share?
Mushroom hunting in the forest on a rainy Oregon Sunday, and Punchbowl Falls as a tiny autumn trickle.
Farmers market beets in deep reds and purples. And then, all of the mushrooms that we found: the most chanterelles I’ve ever seen, a few shrimp russulas, and a cauliflower mushroom (!)
The autumn woods in the Indian Heaven Wilderness. We turned back at about here on a hike to Lake Wapiki, since it was starting to get dark and the trail was one long pile of slush and cold water. Despite that, the trees were gorgeous: quiet, with the mist clinging to them in the fading sunlight.
I think, ultimately, what I mean to say here is quite simple, and perhaps almost unnecessary to put into words:
It’s pretty here. I like it. And I still find it mind-blowing that the world is so beautiful in so many tiny, quiet, and unassuming ways.