The Lodge is a house in north Portland which is guarded by two magnificent fir trees. When I used to imagine what homes in Portland looked like, nothing comes closer than this place. I spent the afternoon there yesterday drawing with my dear friend (and resident at the Lodge) Jamie. If you notice the door is cracked slightly in this drawing, it’s because Jamie caught me taking photo reference of her house with my cell phone, before coming up the front steps. Oh, Jamie.