Lalique takes the form of a bottle stopper and lets it unfurl into branches heavy with fruit. I imagine the rounded topography of the berries, the bead-like drupelets. I wondered if there was an ombre berry like the ones in Lalique’s imagination, and found salmonberries. Sometimes when I eat raw berries my lips swell like drupelets, but in cooked in a pie I am ready to take them on.
O is for Oregon, where Stratoz and I lived from 1990-1993. I had enrolled in the MFA program at the University of Oregon in Eugene, and we drove our belongings in a red Honda Civic Hatchback, with a car-top carrier almost as big as the car itself. Our families enjoyed our stay in Oregon, because of the dramatic beauty of the landscape, and the opportunity to visit the rocky coastline, the Three Sisters mountains, the lava beds from the Sisters’ start as volcanos, and waterfalls, all of which were within two hours drive from Eugene. It rained all winter, and then the summer was hot and dry.
The University of Oregon had a beautiful art museum, across the quad from my teaching assistant office in the English Department. The doors had graceful ironwork by I. K. Tuerck, and the squirrel motif was my favorite. Oregon was where Stratoz and I got married in 1992.