As it happens periodically, winter happened, it’s gone and it will happen again. Always frigid cold for this Caribbean, always quiet, always seemingly endless and always emotionally challenging. It has been so since moving to the States ten years ago. A few lovely images were produced, though.
A beautiful snow fell upon NW Oregon late winter. Den and I drove up to his friend’s house in Mosier, just a few miles east of Hood River. Oh, how beautiful it all was.
Biking up the St John’s Bridge in Portland, OR.
Fantastic donuts at Irving St. Kitchen in the Pearl District.
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