Here's Johnny...and Jesus

Beer makes me brave. When I saw this guy at the Oregon Brewers Festival and his rather striking and incongruous tats, I knew I had to screw up my courage and ask him if I could take a photo. He (and his boozed-up pals) were thrilled by my request and even insisted that I take a close-up shot of the guy's "I Need a Hummer ASAP" T-shirt. For context? Not sure.

Anyway, a good time was had by all. That's the way we do it in Portland, Oregon AKA Beervana.

Note the gory details (i.e., drops of blood dripping from Jesus's crown of thorns).

Hens and Cocks?

So a couple of evenings ago I was taking a walk, and stopped to admire and photograph a patch of hens and chicks, or as I think they should more properly be called at this time of year, hens and cocks.



Fah-reaky.

I pulled out my camera to take a couple of photos and the homeowner appeared out of nowhere and made a beeline toward me. She told me I could come by anytime and help myself. "Just dig 'em up," she said. Now, I do LOVE hens and chicks/cocks, but I had no grand plan for where they might fit in my garden, so I demurred and told her that maybe some time once I figured all that out I'd come knock on her door and see if the offer was still open. "Don't knock," she said "Just take them!!!!" Then, leaving nothing to chance, she proceeded to pull some up right then and there and handed them over to me.



"It's cheaper than buying them at Freddie's," was her parting remark. That's Portland for you. You can always depend on the kindness of strangers here.

So now there are some hens in my garden. After giving it some thought, I planted them at the base of one of the Douglas firs in my garden, a site that gets a decent amount of sun but in which the growing medium consists largely of rocks and raccoon poop. From what I understand, these things will grow just about anywhere and actually prefer rocky soil, so they may in fact be the ideal plant for the site. We shall see.

Portlanders Are Pyros

Portlanders turn into real pyros on the 4th of July. In a few hours, the air will be thick with the smoke of a million M-80s.