Willie Weir : September 15th, 2009
Zoo Bombing IX
Time for one more run before light rail stops running. Time to hang out on top of the hill. 80′s music plays out of a cassette deck and small groups of people sit or lay out under the night sky with the lights of Portland glimmering in the distance.
“Leave no trace. No beer cans. No cigarrette butts. We’re not coming back here,” someone calls out.
Pink Princess
I’m a guest here. A welcome guest. Even at 48 with a touring bike and no adornments. I’m excepted.
