Grain, flowers, and paint

So this morning on my way to work, I was crossing the Willamette River and I saw the grain ships that were obviously empty because they were high in the water. Portland Oregon ships out a very large amount of US grain across the Pacific Ocean. There are barges moving across the river constantly and we can see them from the windows of our workplace which to me equals travel. A simple grain of wheat leaving Portland to the other side of the Pacific reminds me that there’s a whole world out there. Sometimes I get lost in my own little local bubble. So seeing this kind of activity makes me excited for my next adventure. Oh to be that tiny grain. Being at work, thinking about travel… Yep, always…

And then on my way home from work tonight I was walking towards two bicyclists side by side who were coming towards me. The one girl had a smile on her face and while I was anticipating for both of them to tell me to go to the other side of the bridge with the flow of traffic (people in Portland take their cycling very seriously), the girl ended up pointing into the sky and lo and behold there was a bald eagle right above us. Put a smile on my face and reminded me not to put words in other people’s mouths. And I was thankful they didn’t run me over. I’m a rebel I guess. I didn’t get a picture though. But I did get a picture of a lovely flower stand that reminded me of something that you would see on the streets of Paris. The lilies smelled divine. So what if I was walking around after with a little pollen on my nose.

And then my final picture is of a building that I absolutely love. The mural is captivating to me.

Have a fantastic evening and thank you for reading. Stacie


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