Monday, December 22, 2008

More real snow

This snow has been unbelievable. A few more images from it . . .















































Sunday, December 21, 2008

Real snow

We've lived in Oregon for 12 years now, and though we've gotten the occasional snow, it usually comes just once or twice a year, cripples the city for a day or two, and then melts away. 

But right now, we're in the midst of a good old snow storm that would maybe rival a mild Midwest bout: close to a foot of snow capped by a half-inch of ice, 20-degree temperatures, and freezing rain. Throw in a ton of Oregon drivers who have no idea what to do when the roads are anything but dry, some towering Douglas Firs groaning under the weight of the past week's icy party favors and shedding massive branches at will, and a power outage, and you've got the storm of the decade for the Portland metro region. 

And we're right in the middle of it. 

It's festive, it's fun — had a fire going all day today — but it's good to know that it's not here to stay . . . forever.

P.S. It's snowing like crazy right now. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Only in Portland . . .

Would you run into a bagpiper, playing Christmas carols, dressed in a Santa suit — and riding a unicycle.
And he was actually quite good. 

Madeline and I headed downtown today after recycling some old Christmas lights at Far West Fibers and before recycling an old toilet at Environmentally Conscious Recycling — more Portland flair for you — and ran into this guy blowing his pipes just outside Pioneer Square. It definitely added to all the festivity and hustle going on downtown today, what with the Salvation Army band filling the air, the Portland cops trotting about on their horses, and the huge but unlit Christmas tree filling the square. 

We grabbed a coffee and a paper and paused on a bench in the square to take it all in for a bit. It's really a must when the weather is relatively pleasant, work's been put on hold for a day, and you're spending time with someone who appreciates every little joy there is to be had.