30 December 2009

By the river

I always feel a bit more at home along the river. I grew up by it. I saw it every day. Crossed it to work, to play, and to worship. And now, when I have the chance to return, it continues to impart a sense of continuity and calm.

river

I've struggled to define a Thanksgiving tradition since returning to Oregon five years ago. I have childhood memories of watching stormy seas and walking deserted beaches. This year, I decided to spend some time in Astoria, a small town not too far from where I grew up.

beach and bird

I decided to try out a small cabin in a newly renovated hotel, and to explore downtown on foot with my camera.

Commodore Hotel

My trip coincided with the beginning of the St. Lucia Festival of Lights, where the opening ceremony was being held at the local high school.

Lucia Festival Court

Naturally, I visited some old favorites, too: the Astor Column, the Astoria-Megler bridge, the Home Bakery.

boat1

I think, perhaps, I've found my new Thanksgiving tradition.

2 comments:

erin said...

these are some lovely photos!

gail said...

the photo of the cabin on the beach is amazing. you're so talented.