Sunday I went on a date in downtown Portland. It was rainy and windy. Which is a silly thing to note in November here. We walked several blocks to the Portland Art Museum, passing through the most wicked in the best way foliage I have ever seen. I was enthralled. And without my camera. It kicked Monet's bootay, although I did enjoy a real date with my real hubby.
I had planned to return today, but with the flooding and all, I guess I missed out. It's probably hard to capture the magic anyway.