I arrived in Portland (Oregon) to hot, sunny days. On my first day there, I walked up the twisted forest path to the famous International Rose Test Garden, a garden where they test out new rose varieties, and where roses were sent from Europe to be saved from the bombings during World War I.
If I was a real writer, I would have taken notes (at least the name) on each of the roses I decided to photograph. But hopefully you’ll just enjoy the prettiness.
So it turns out that Porland isn’t all about putting birds on things, hipsters, and bikes. It’s also about rose-enthusiasts, people who collect pens (learned this in the gift shop), tourists, and roses. Lots and lots of roses. And that’s why Porland is called “The City of Roses.” Ta-da!
And lots of parks. It has the smallest park known anywhere.
So many parks! I didn’t know they had the smallest one, though… a good reason to go back 🙂
If I remember correctly, I think it’s like 1 to 2 inches (that’s right, inches) wide. I’m sure you could google it and find it.
i think there could be a play in this. saving roses…discovering new varieties. you ARE a writer! a damn good one!