free spirited adventure.

Upon our flight from the unfamiliarity of the mall other day we swiftly found our home at the park. Here we belong. Here loud children are sent smiles instead of sideways, dirty looks. Here we feel the peace of potential friendship and support coming from each passing pedestrian.

Yes, send us to the park where we can run free for free.

Speaking of free entertainment, have you tried taking your kids by a skate-park to watch the bikers and boarders? The young men there, however rough around the edges, go out of their way to put on a good show for us each time.

Try filling a parking-lot pot-hole with leaves and pretending it's a bird nest.

Or attacking each-other with early-fall.

Then try tenderly picking the crud out of your loved-one's hair.

Once a gentleman visiting from another state made comment that he couldn't tell which Oregonians were homeless and which of them were merely dressing like they were homeless. I of course denied the validity of his observation but after looking through these photographs I'm more inclined to agree.

We are happy bums.

Ps- If you're ever in Oregon, watch the faces, not the clothes. You will know the sad-soul from the free-spirit.