Despite advice to the contrary, I love going and chasing these things.
Every drop that falls is a moment of green. Every drop will bear light, break rock, sink into ground and reach back into air.
This gorge is a great bastion of living water, always moving, even the stillness of mountains an illusion. All of it honoring life in green.
In Portland you’re in a band or five, and/or you’re dating someone who is, and/or you’re ordering drinks from someone who is, and on any given night you’re at most 27 feet from a band or five practicing, performing, and/or drinking.
Here are a couple photos I snapped of my good friends performing at the Firkin Tavern, who have at least 33 bands between them, but on this night were representing Frontloaders and The Betwixties (not pictured: Dramady, because I was too shy to ask if I could shoot them too). I wish I had a sonic adapter for my lens so I could reveal the aural magnitude of their music, but hopefully your eyes can soak in the rock.