today we’re embarking on an adventure to the pacific north west. and by that i mean, oregon. we’re taking only our very best flannel and plaid in preparation and getting excited about stumptown coffee beans.
we’re stopping off for a night in san fran so we can not go stir crazy in the car split the drive over two days. our first destination after SF is sisters, oregon. i have no idea where that is.
i just googled it. and i still have no idea.
sisters looks like it’s literally a pinprick in the middle of a giant green blanket. (not sure what the white part of the map means. maybe that’s no man’s land). i sure hope that’s the case. i really could do with a dose of wide open pastures and a night sky where the stars are visible. and also a place void of police helicopters with loudspeakers demanding that the criminal in the house across the street leave the premises with his/her hands in the air. which is how we were jolted out of our sleep at 4am this past monday.
the reason for visiting sisters, is that we’ll be attending a memorial for my friend’s papa. a man who i never got to know in.real.life beyond stories that make him one of my heroes. i truly believe if there were more fathers and husbands and teachers and men like troy gussick, our world would be a much happier and kinder place.
a few days after the memorial dev has planned a little sojourn for us in portland to celebrate our one year anniversary. i still can’t quite believe it’s been nearly one year since we both got all dressed for our wedding and then dev realized he had no idea how to tie a real bow tie (and neither did the hotel staff, or the friends helping us get ready, or surprisingly the entire INTERNET) and so all of our guests had to wait 45 mins while we figured it out the wardrobe malfunction/user error.
i’m going to go on this trip armed with two, possibly three cameras. and i hear there is wifi. even in sisters-speck-on-a-map-oregon, so i’ll try to keep cozyhunting too. and please let me know if you have any recommendations for stuff to do/see/eat in portland!
ps. i saw this documentary tonight and i left feeling so inspired. bill cunningham is one of the maverick’s who first entered the realm of street style photography. but more than just being a fashion savvy photographer, i feel like bill cunningham is a gentle sweet soul, a true artist who cultivated his work into his form of worship. he captured decades of style in new york masterfully and without any pretense or snobbery. my takeaway is how easy it can be to see beauty in the world if you are sincerely looking for it and being inclusive, rather than elitist and exclusive. bill cunningham definitely left an imprint on my soul tonight.