Soft, Gentle and Beautiful Portland
I was talking on the phone this evening, with a friend who lives in a harsh climate, and I was trying to tell him what it is like here in Portland during the springtime. I used the words “soft” and “gentle” and “loving” a “wonderland”…yet I still did not convey in words the wonders that I beheld on my walk today. This is what happens when I attempt to tell people how beautiful it is here. No one quite “gets it” because it is indescribably beautiful.
Maybe these photos will give you some idea. This is my neighborhood.
The first photo shows how it looks down the sidewalk in front of our house: