Hmmm. The Little White Church in Sellwood: Day 2. Gotta be careful. This one is sliding dangerously towards, “The Artist Who Must Remain Unnamed” territory.
Number of times I was told by a passerby they knew someone who had been married the church: 5
One weird thing while I was working: about two hours in, I looked up from my painting and saw there was a Druid — or, some other big long haired and bearded fellow in a white robe standing out on the edge of the lawn, repeatedly raising a large wooden staff high into the air and turning in all directions. Not what you expect to see come out of a little church like this.
– Posted from the field