The Bassett wanted to try the seaweed. A mildly successful situation.

Jumping rope. Great night.

We had some hard rain storms two evenings in a row. Great fun in Portland where we are used to gray mist. 

I don’t dare try and remember how many hours I spent throwing a ball against a wall and catching it, when I was a kid. I’m not sure it would even be measured in hours. More like Summers.

Indoor Hullahooping.

Hullahoop before a crazy storm.

Day 122. May 19th, 2012. Listening to Red Snapper.

Day 74. March 22nd, 2012. Listening to Daniel Higgs.

After a bike ride to the coast I was standing on the beach with my camera in hand. I saw a bird flying over my head and I kinda swung the camera up and hit the shutter button. I assumed I’d missed the shot as I didn’t notice the bird until it was almost directly overhead, but when I checked, this is what I got.

We went to the mountain to snow shoe and sled. Mt. Hood, to be specific. It’s hard to describe how beautiful it is in the snow with the clouds rolling through. The weather changes on the way up and down are fun to be in the middle of: snow to sun to over cast to sun to snow again.