The crisp air is breathtaking. Above are just a taste of my rambles today with only my little cameraphone in hand. My new favorite haunt is the overcrowded, musty interior of a little junk shop on Hawthorne. Once upon a time there were places like this everywhere in Portland, but those days are long past and Really Good Stuff is one of the very few remaining. In fact, I don't know any place quite as deliciously junk-y.

1 comment:

The romantic query letter and the happy-ever-after said...

The light throught the trees is everything, you know, sort of more than beautiful if that makes any sense.
Thanks for sharing and a lovely weekend.