People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute. Rebecca West
Sunday, January 11, 2009
It has stopped snowing (thank god) and the more Oregon-like rain and balmy (50 degrees) temps have obliterated almost all vestiges of the disaster, save the remains of the extra-large mounds created by the few pitiful attempts to plow.
But I took this photo on the first snow-day, when the snow was still pretty. It's a starling. Happy but grungy birds. His background in this pic makes him look like a million bucks.