Love you, baby.
Love you, baby.
be happy because unhappy sucks. #pdx (at Burnside Bridge)
#portland #pdx #bridge #stjohns #forest park
From the train. #pdx #portland (at Steel Bridge)
Why Portland is a dreamland: forest fucking park.
Morning hike in our backyard #forestpark #hiking #fuckyeahportland @aaron_edge
It’s raining its ass off in Portland, pleasing the goth and the navel gazer in us to no end.
Fell in love with a pen today… (Recife pens from France @beam & anchor)
The Chapman Swifts are part of a migratory population of Vaux’s Swifts that roost seasonally in the chimney of Chapman Elementary School in Portland, Oregon, USA. It is North America’s largest concentration of Vaux’s Swifts.
Every evening from mid-August to mid-October, thousands of swifts gather in the sky over the school shortly before sunset. Count estimates of 1,700 to 35,000 swifts have been reported. Shortly after sunset, over a period of 10 to 30 minutes, they fly into the top of the brick chimney (constructed c.1925) to roost on the interior surface until they depart at sunrise. The school is on the birds’ migratory route to their wintering sites in southern Central America andVenezuela.
Last year I watched a hawk swoop down and grab a swift just as the flock was descending into the chimney. Suddenly, the whole flock of swifts stopped their descent and began chasing the falcon through the evening sky - just a massive black swarm of birds pursuing a single falcon for I’d guess ten solid minutes before reforming their cyclonic descending pattern to enter the chimney.
So. Don’t fuck with a flock of swifts.
True story. This is an awe-inspiring thing to witness and damn near impossible to capture in a photograph.
Why? at Wonder Ballroom 9/1/2012. Was every bit as amazing as I hoped it’d be.
This one time in Los Angeles, I fell in love with a boy who was moving back home to Portland, and I made him a mix CD with the M. Ward song “Paul’s Song” on it, where M. Ward sings “when you’ve left your heart in the Portland rain,” and I went to visit and we made out in the rain in Washington Park, and now it’s years later and I live in Portland, with that boy, and sometimes we take walks in Washington Park, and whoa, sometimes shit can really turn out better than you thought it would.
Cue sigh of relief, creativity, rain boots, hoodies and long walks.