Portland, Oregon.

Over the River and Through the Woods.

Come Next Year...

This has been a hard year for me. It's starting to show through. My dreams are still in tacked though. I'm hoping there are better things to come next year. 

There's better days coming.

I long to hear the joyful sound

the dead's alive, the lost is found.

There's better days coming

will you go along with me...

Yes, there's better days coming 

and we'll sound the jubilee

This heart

This frozen heart of mine

There's better days coming. 

Powells

 

In the blue room searching for a new Wendell Berry book.

Autumn into Winter.

My heart wants roots

My head wants wings.

I cannot stand their bickering.

Saying Goodbye.

Autumn.

Autumn.

Autumn in my kitchen.

Pumpkins from my garden.

English muffins...

Waiting for the dough to rise...

so delicious. 

Harvested. 

a day off...

Beginning of Fall.

Pickling Beets.