South of Portland
Wednesday. Arrived at my sister's at eleven in the morning having awakened in the motel room just after six (someone had set the motel digital clock alarm and it and I went off like clockwork). Fine. Cold last night, ice on the roads, fog, time for a good breakfast, allow the sun to make some progress toward the horizon, a slower drive stuck behind people fearing the ice (some for good reason, some for less) passing two accidents along the route: one,a car turned over in a ditch beside the road, an accident that had happened sometime during the night; another, a young woman in a white sedan straddling the cement road divider as 101 entered a small town, she sitting in the driver's seat on her cell phone, various people around her directing traffic. For some reason I was there and gone too quickly to think of taking a picture. I'm not an accident chaser, but it would have been easy enough, maybe get that exasperated/embarrassed expression I saw on her face.
Fog with a bit of rain now that I'm here at the house, not sure what's ahead for the rest of the day. Not worried about what's ahead for the rest of the day. Figure out what's happening for Christmas, do any needed last minute shopping, act like an adult. Shouldn't be too hard to act like an adult. I'm familiar with the role, having seen in done from time to time by others.
Later. The rest of the day seems to have gone by quickly, a trip to Portland with my sister, a glass of wine and a fish taco at the local bistro during happy hour, a long talk about photography. My sister really has the bug. I mean really. It's something you can't fake or hide when you have it, so we'll see how that goes this coming year. She wants to do a photography expedition to Arizona in the spring. Good. Good for me in my inability to get me ass in gear and out.
Let's see, I did take one or two pictures coming up the way so I need a sentence here this morning to create the links. Otherwise, the day is done and I'm tired after a couple (more) glasses of wine, here in Lake Oswego, just south of Portland.
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