I've discovered that I become centered when I'm doing something creative. When my days feel really full, even if it is a kind of busy joy, I start to feel a little bit thin after a while. And I need space to sit in a corner with some crayons, tromp around taking pictures, or make something with my hands. It fills me up in a way, almost like taking a deep breath, and settles my soul.
Driving in Portland was a little bit of an adventure. Well, Chris was driving, I was in the passenger seat clutching my camera and occasionally hollering for him to pull over right here. We did all of the illegal things that people who aren't used to driving in a big city do: drive in the bus only lane, ignore that the other guys has a yield sign instead of a stop, drive the wrong way into incoming traffic etc. Pretty standard stuff.
Some of my Portland favorites: