Bridge into the mist, between Portland and Washington.
The village of arts and quirks by the seaside.
Road tripping through misty forests.
My mothers old friends' beautiful house by the lake in the forest near Seattle.
A place from my childhood that I visited almost a decade after,
such an important experience.
The bridge from another view.
Multnomah Falls, surreal beauty.
Portland Art Museum and Portland Town
Portland is for healing, peace and calm. A sort of rehabilitation, and place to recover. Heavily forested landscapes, overhung with thick fog, endless rain and the biting cold could potentially be the death of me, however it becomes a time for me to unwind. To enjoy hot cups of cocoa and movies in bed with my precious family. The world at home became too much to handle, so I got away, and it changed my perspective and kicked off a good year of better moods and self love. I found yoga, a coping mechanism which I now can't live without. Important things come out of exploration and travel, and this was nowhere near my last trip to my second home. Missing Portland dearly, it is always in my heart.
