Hard in love. Just look.
We fell in love with this spot.
You have to feel this for yourself.
It’s just amazing. Multomah Falls, just outside of Oregon. I had been here once before as a freshman in college, but weirdly the main thing I remember is that I had my first taste of French onion soup in the restaurant at the bottom. How could have I missed this grandeur?
The boys kept saying, “WOAH!” at every new vantage point.
Maybe I just needed to see it with them, through their little eyes of wonder.
Or maybe I just need to make my tongue all rolly like that to really embrace it all.
The moss looks like a bunch of Muppets in Oregon.
The spray was a little strong in spots. Just perfect for hiding in the curve of Daddy’s neck.
And a momentary lapse in judgment of where to put your fingers. My vote? Not on the rock under big brother’s feet. Yowie.
It was made a lot better with a bite of chocolate fudge and a milk chaser. Chocolate is a miracle drug.
Hank had a couple of bike shops on his list of places to see in Portland. First stop, River City Bicycles.
The Rev loves the color pink. Really.
And now that my jacket and favorite jeans were clean again, I worked on perfecting my self portrait. Until I got caught.
That’s a Lensbaby lens that I’m shooting with. It’s a trip. You can read about them here; my next post will be filled with pictures taken only with that lens. It’s a little tricky – sort of like a tilt shift lens but weirder. I love it, Hank does not (not a fan of the blur it creates). See what you think tomorrow!