To Be Found and To Be Lost

8 Jun

Today began like any good day in Oregon should: with rain.

It pattered on my window as I realized I had slept in a bit more than expected. According to my host, the overcast and rain can last 45 days or longer, creating a depression in some people called SAD (seasonal affective disorder). Maybe the weeks of rain get a bit tiring after a while, but when it rains back home, I rejoice. It’s something about the dark, wet days that just inspire creativity. Plus, who doesn’t like splashing in the puddles?

After buying some groceries and getting some gas (which is almost a whole dollar more than back home — ouch!), the rest of the day was spent brewing up some potential story ideas and trying to finalize some plans. I also had the chance to spend a couple of hours downtown and (more importantly) get shamelessly lost in some absolutely amazing farmland. And I think I’ve officially decided I haven’t seen anything more beautiful than the mountains here. Completely, absolutely, literally breathtaking.

So here’s a quick glance of what it’s like:

There is this pretty dream catcher in the guest bedroom that was catching some of the morning sunlight.

This is the window providing said sunlight.

The nature here is simply luscious. Everything is bright and colorful and big. I also have been told there are very few bugs and snakes here, which sort of means this is as close to Eden as we’re going to get this side of heaven (sorry, icky-creature lovers!)

I came across this sign in front of the courthouse, and I must admit I do not believe roller skating to be a big problem back home. Such an interesting change in culture and recreation.

The courthouse was gorgeous — go big or go home, as they say.

I’m not sure how the weather has been over the past couple of weeks, but it seemed that many of the flowers were already wilting. This rosebush, however, had some of the prettiest colors of roses that I have seen.

I realize this picture is not exactly great, but I hope you get an idea of the size of these trees. I saw them, looked away, then did a double-take: these are some seriously monstrous things! The light pole that stands dwarfed by their shadows was much, much taller than I am.

The downtown area offers a variety of food options, particularly a wide range of cultural cuisine. There is a Chinese restaurant  that I am anxious to try — I simply cannot refuse a good plate of General Tso’s chicken!

In the middle of all these buildings is this huge fountain, and as I was taking pictures of it, I couldn’t help but want to slip off my flip flops and get my feet wet.

Call me a tree hugger if you must, but I am simply obsessed with these guys and their size! They were nature’s form of the Tower of Babel, I tell you!

I took some shots of similar flags when I was in Humboldt a few months ago, but I tried some different angles with this flag in front of the civic center.

As you may have already noticed, much of the architecture has been influenced by the modern style — clean lines, structured, simple. And very, very chic.

The Max — perhaps my newest best friend, considering my lack of confidence in Oregon drivers. My host termed them as not very aggressive. From my personal experience on the roads, however, I believe they are simply crazy. Hence, public transportation.

On the other side of this restaurant, it states in a sign, “Beware Vegans” in large letters, showing a picture of a meat-laden burrito. Though I try to eat as many veggies as I can possibly cram, there is something about a good burrito that I simply cannot resist. Hola, Taco Del Mar.

I got some strange looks by two elderly women when I chose to take this shot. But how random! It reminds me of the particular scene in 500 Days of Summer, when the two main characters are sitting in the park and shouting out inappropriate words around children. If you’ve seen the movie, you know exactly why I laughed when I saw this. Except if Zooey Deschanel had written this word, it would have been in all caps and across the entire wall.

This picture is but one of many where I initially passed it up, then turned back around about 5 steps later to snap a quick shot. How Oregon-esque to remind people of slippery sidewalks.

I guess this is Oregon’s idea of graffiti — hanging pictures on the side of a building. Considering that a refrigerator and a grill were stolen from my parent’s carport last night, I simply cannot imagine that these painting would last more than a few hours back home without being vandalized or stolen.

And this is just a reminder that love doesn’t have to fade. And holding hands is still cool, even if it is to just cross the road.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure. I won’t ruin the surprise, but I have a feeling it’s going to be an interesting day of shooting!

Until next time,



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