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My dad used to go up this mountain as a child. I know it looks cold, but it usually isn't this white or snowed in. I hope that we get to see sights together. I've seen so many and yet so few in the whole measure of such beautiful sights and I want you too see them too.
Stone House (aka Witches Castle) in the towering pine trees in Forest Park, near downtown Portland Oregon. Covered in green lichen, moss, and ferns. An abandoned structure from the early-1900's.
I have always wondered who it is that names street signs and how they come up with the names. To challenge myself in the art of very simple creative conjuring, I want to come up with new names for all of the streets that I pass in the next few weeks. Any name I have seen before is taboo. In this way, I will explore new levels of determination and will break through new barriers of my imagination.