random order

It's almost-the-end-of-the-day on Friday and all I want is to be in Portland at this table, eating this pie.

scenes from portland

1. An overcast view
2. The cutest breakfast nook in our listing
3. My favorite Portland breakfast
4. A smoothie break
5. The world's best banana creme pie
6. Details in my host's apartment
7. Channeling my inner Leslie Knope
8. Purple ice cream is best, especially with friends
9. A crackling fire to celebrate our first night in town

pine state

Outside of eating, we didn't have much planned for Portland. I won't overload this space with food photos (for now) but Pine State Biscuits was one of the places we loved, were fortunate to stay within walking distance of, and ate at two days in a row.

We may or may not have been sad without the biscuits for a third day once we were back home.

spring came early

One of my favorite things about Portland is that it's wild and overgrown. None of the green life seems to be tended but it continues to grow beautifully however recklessly. Aside from the camellias, I don't know what any of these flowers are. They look unreal-- straight Seussian if you ask me. But even so, they were bright, plentiful, and a colorful peek of the season to come.

until next time

Having been to Portland three times in the past few months, I've developed a real soft spot for the place. It might have been the unusually longer summer; it might not have been. But when you start dreaming of lavender-honey ice cream and hydrangeas are your favorite flowers in the Rose Garden, you know something's up.

the saturday market

Saturday morning at the Portland Farmers Market was one of my favorite mornings to date. Coley and I decided to go on a whim and having made "plans in passing" with friends before, I wasn't expecting to actually make it.

I think my heart fluttered when I found it. It's enormous and full of joy. Every basket, every crate, every table was art. I even ordered biscuits and mushroom gravy serendipitously named "The Moneyball." I'm not sure what else to say, but I hope the colors speak for themselves.

Photos half by Coley, half by me.

stumptown

scenes from portland

the sapphire hotel

Whoops! A little late but gonna try this out.