Soft, Lovely, Fleeting

Sunrise from my workroom.
I'm back to avoiding the news - mostly. Every few hours I ask Eric, "What's new?" and that tends to take care of the news itch for a while.
Nice talk with my brother on his 75th birthday. They've become rainbirders: Salem in summer, Palm Desert in winter. His youngest son, Dean, with Sarah, flew out from Brooklyn to help celebrate - and to propose to her. The all hiked up to some mountain view and when she happened to stand in just the right place, he got down on one knee to pop the question with parents and brother looking on. Quite a family event, and we are all thrilled, too. Though I'd be more pleased if they'd all decide to live in Portland.