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In 18880’s, two port cities flourished half a world apart. Steeples jutted into their skylines, crowning architecture people traveled to see. Masonry-and-stucco buildings flanked bustling streets and green spaces.

The ground trembled. It heaved. Like a tablecloth jerked away from a feast-laden buffet.

Devastation rocked these cities. But their inhabitants were resilient. Steadfast. They reconstructed historic fabric. Knit buildings back together. Pronounced their work good.Continue Reading

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Excuses are superfluous when invited to drive the pinched length of the Columbia River Gorge. Verdant green drips from every vertical surface. Slender fissures in rock yield to tumbling waterfalls. The roadway cantilevers over a rabid, fizzing cauldron of river, droplets racing themselves to a union with the Pacific. Vertigo evaporates with eye contact, drinking images resplendent with wet, with ooze, with confounding drama where it joins the desert and is sucked dry.Continue Reading