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  • Monet's turn to paint the sky this morning, I guess. I snap a photo with my phone. Wow, what a craptastic shot. Not that anything could compare with seeing the real thing. What am I expecting? There is the shadowy silhouette of Mount Hood far to the east beyond the river. Why doesn't it show in my photo? Stupid camera.

    Portland is split down the middle by the Willamette river and stitched backed together by bridges. I watch the water. I can't see any current, but I know it is moving beneath the surface imperceptibly north to the Columbia. From there, the ocean.

    Late for work. I just want to sit and finish my coffee.
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