As I always say, you never know what you’re going to see here in Portland. Something that may not even catch your eye, that looks totally innocuous, and then upon further inspection… He is a Melon Man. There are no words. Love, Bogart
Sunday in the NW with Cones
Before the rains come again, I convinced mama to take a long walkie today, even though she was less than entirely enthusiastic when we started. This way mama! THERE ARE CONES Oh yeah. Tons of perfect packages of pine-cone-y goodness. The better to fit larger amounts into my mouth! It was during this brief rest…