The city you’ve heard you’ll love – Adventuring in Portland, Oregon

I got lost in Portland. Like, actually lost.

It was at least 8:45pm and there was still light in the sky. At the time, I was quite happy and only mildly nervous. It would be another hour of walking before I would relent and open google maps on my phone.

At the time, I stopped to get my bearings. I turned around and then I saw her. I made a sound of some type; ’ugghh’ is the closest I can write. Strangely, I haven’t felt the need to photograph a great deal in Portland. But as soon as I saw her, the camera was out. Continue reading

Welcome!
…finally.

Don’t let the start stop you…and don’t overthink it.

…easier said than done.

For over a year, I have been thinking (and overthinking) about how and why I would begin sharing words and ideas with the world.

The initial decision to begin sharing my writing was made quickly. Since discovering the therapeutic benefits of journaling as a teenager, I have written daily. Words are constantly trying to find their way out of me. Now, it would seem they’d like to be read by humans other than me. Continue reading

Music. The most important thing.

You have to allow yourself to be overwhelmed. You have to be willing to be overwhelmed. You have to have the right music, and you have to be patient.

It isn’t an Afternoon Adventure without the music.

Have you ever noticed that music grows on you? Occasionally (and I love it when this happens), the music will catch you from the first listen. You’ll fall instantly, and you’ll do anything to hear it again. The sooner the better, and never mind if it happens 5 times in a row before you start to worry you’re over-doing it (the risk, that you’ll get sick of it). Continue reading

The Afternoon Adventurer

The Afternoon Adventurer exists for, generally speaking, 1-2 hours a day or less between the hours of 4-7pm, depending on the season.

More often than not, my home in South-East-Queensland, Australia is gifted with a clear afternoon and an air temperature ideally suited for time spent outside.

I start hearing the call mid-afternoon as the heat begins to leave the day. Invariably, there comes a point in the hours that follow where, if a window is close by, it becomes impossible to work with any measure of productivity. The golden, sideways light cast by the sun is simply too much to resist, and the thought of missing one more moment of it in front of a screen gets me quickly moving.

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