Sunday at Ridgefield

Exploring Oregon's stately neighbor to the North brought about some unexpected delights. Example: earnest retired person who gave me the spiel on the plankhouse. Listening to your elders begets insight into the land we thoughtlessly trod day-to-day. Yesterday there was no erection scrawled on the pillar of the stone bridge near my apartment. Yesterday, there was no bridge. Tomorrow may find the erection whitewashed. Tomorrow may find no bridge. The elders know.