When I gave it a little bit of thought, I wondered why Tom Hanks’ character in Sleepless in Seattle, a grieving widower, would move from windy Chicago to rainy Seattle. “Wouldn’t he be even more depressed by the overcast weather?” I mused out loud (to my disinterested Walt). But oh. There was a bit of a role reversal when I visited the Pacific Northwest a few weeks ago: it stormed and hailed in Austin, and it was nothing but blue skies and 65-degree winds in Portland and Seattle.
It was my first time in Oregon and Washington; I’d heard wonderful things but had never experienced it for myself. This was my second time to visit Vancouver, BC, and I arrived by Amtrak so I spent most of the trip peering out of the train windows figuring out how I could retire on the Sound.
The quality of light, the adorable Portland houses; Powell’s bookstore (a multi-storied palace of a million tomes, topped with a rare book collection that would make a person weep with happiness) and hippie-granola food joints: I fell a little bit in love with Portland.
Spending time with my friend Andrea (whom I’ve known since the 7th grade) in her neighborhood…
Visiting the Japanese gardens:
Peeping Mount Hood:
Sunset at the Skidmore Bluffs:
Neighborhood walks and neighborhood animals:
(iPhone photo by Kim Smith-Miller)
Amtrak to Seattle:
Sunrise from my AirBNB room…
Water on the way to Vancouver…
All photos taken with my Canon EOS M unless otherwise noted.