tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61856884152324005922023-11-16T02:39:19.399-08:00Portland (OR) Daily PhotoAn individual's part in the global City Daily Photo BlogLynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-11705324371849538092016-08-16T03:30:00.000-07:002016-08-16T03:30:24.944-07:00Comic City, USA, at the Oregon Historical Society, South Park Blocks, downtown Portland. Total Fun!<div>
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Janessa and I rode separate 12 buses downtown Sunday to meet up at noon at the OHS for the public celebration of their new exhibit. Not only a new exhibit, but also costumed representatives from the Portland Superheroes Coalition were on site for photo ops. Sweet!
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We hadn't made our way much past the first room of the exhibit when I looked back towards the lobby and saw Hellboy coming toward me. I said, "Janessa, look, it's Hellboy!" She started turning as I said look and got startled because he was so close before she heard Hellboy. (Turns out his stage name is Big Red.) Neat! I then decided to get this photo of Big Red and Metal Man enjoying part of the exhibit. I wanted to text Lamont and Leland so that they could see what cool fun we'd already found, five minutes into the exhibit! Both sons were suitably impressed.
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Here we are, sort of in the Batmobile. Right? The Batmobile? Holding speech bubbles!
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This was one of four identical yellow swivel chairs. Extremely comfortable, including a tiny headrest pillow. I'm holding my four-panel comic page that I made on a touch screen; it printed quickly, instantly dry. You get to select yourself--your person, your hair, skin, and eye color, some accessories like the eyeglasses. Then you select your story--mine is The Monster at Pittock Mansion. Before the exhibit closes, I want to go back to the exhibit, especially I'd like to do this again. I want to take my DSLR with me, too, so that I can take photos there with it. I'm hoping that Lamont and Leland will go with me. Too bad that they missed the members of the Portland Superheroes Coalition.
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Hellboy II Big Baby Gun Movie Prop. What a whopper! And those shells!
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Hellboy Right Hand of Doom, also a movie prop.
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Read for info about the creator of the next image I photographed.
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Since I work at the Multnomah County Sheriff's Office, I couldn't resist taking a close up of this one.
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When I go back, I'm going to spend some time at this section of the exhibit. I hope it won't be too crowded.
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Seeing someone's idea gave me an idea of how to finish it. That's what I want to do when I go back.
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Back in the lobby, it's photo op time! Wowza Woman, I cannot find His Stage Name, Me, Wonder Mom, Metal Man!
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One more, with the addition of American Man kneeling on the floor, saluting us all! Lamont's response to this photo when I texted it: Oh my! A superhero among superheroes!!!! Isn't that sweet, y'all?
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The final photo from Sunday, Janessa, Big Red, and me! He could talk! I have no idea how he made that move to talk! So cool!
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From the Oregon Historical Society's Web site: Comic City, USA - August 12 – January 31, 2017
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With recent blockbuster smashes featuring superhero legends, the comic book industry has experienced a surge of popular support. While there are many Oregonians picking up a comic book for their first time, the comic industry in Oregon has a long and influential history. Comic City, USA celebrates this history and profiles fifteen of the most iconic artists that have made the industry into the global powerhouse it is today.
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Oregon is known globally for its impact on the comics industry, with many artists, writers, and designers living, working, and discovering their inspiration here. Portland and its comic publication industry remain at the forefront of innovation as a central location to several publishers including Dark Horse Comics, Oni Press, and Shadowline, the Image Comics partnering studio. In the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Oregon had notable comic artists in residence such as Homer Davenport, Carl Barks, and Basil Wolverton, establishing a rich foundation for future cartoon artists. With the founding of Dark Horse in the early 1980s, a new model of comic creativity began to attract additional artists and publishers to Oregon, quickly making it one of the largest centers of comic publication in the United States.
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All are invited to a public celebration on Sunday, August 14 from 12pm – 5pm at the Oregon Historical Society. Admission to the exhibit is free, and costumed representatives from the Portland Superheroes Coalition will be on site for photo ops. Artists Anina Bennett and Paul Guinan will also be presenting a free public lecture at 2pm on the evolution of the comic industry from “geek to chic.” (Janessa and I didn't stay for the lecture--we headed for lunch! Then shopping a Finnegan's Toys, Powell's Books, and Storables. Such fine fun!)
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With over $579 million in national comic sales in 2015, the popularity of what is known as “The Ninth Art” is only expanding and gaining more recognition. The power of the comic industry in Oregon is undeniable, evidenced in the range of mediums at play and the growing popularity of Rose City Comic Con, which celebrates its fifth anniversary next month.
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Comic City, USA highlights fifteen Oregon comic artists, writers, and cartoonists:
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Carl Barks
John Callahan
Homer Davenport
Cat Farris
Jack Ohman
Basil Wolverton
Mike Richardson
Alex Schomburg
Anina Bennett and Paul Guinan
Colleen Coover
Jan Eliot
Dylan Meconis
Bill Plympton
Joe Sacco
Basil Wolverton
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In addition to displays on each artist, the exhibition will offer interactive experiences, from a comic book store style living room for flipping through comics, a station where people can design and print their own comic book, and a photo booth complete with superhero inspired props.
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This exhibition is designed to share an important part of Oregon history, inspire people who wish to communicate through an artistic medium, and fascinate those who already have an appreciation of this continuously evolving art form. As editorial cartoonist Jack Ohman admitted in an interview, “I really feel like I am doing the work of my career, and I enjoy each day. I started winning awards when I stopped thinking about winning awards. I started liking my work when I listened to my own voice, and not feeling so constrained by the old model. When you like your work, others will probably like it too.”
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-39397599690333794302016-08-01T17:26:00.000-07:002016-08-01T17:37:56.331-07:00City Daily Photo Theme Day: My City's Skyline<div>
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I can't get this here any other way. Sorry, you'll have to copy and paste it to get to the gallery of Theme Days posts. They're great! Enjoy! http://cdpbthemeday.blogspot.com.au/2016/07/august-2016-theme-day-gallery-my-citys.html
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Portland's downtown skyline west of the Willamette River, seen and photographed from the building where I work on the east side of the Willamette. I always enjoy these flowers on our 5th floor rooftop garden.
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I've been reflecting on this anniversary off and on throughout July, 2016. How would it feel to reach the one year mark? To tell you the truth, I still remember well how willingly I walked into the Oncology Center at Kaiser Interstate and turned my body, my well being, my future over to that fine bunch of professionals. I praise the Lord for them and their every effort. I praise the Lord for each of you who prayed for me throughout my battle with cancer and the side effects of the chemicals and processes that got it outta me. Thank you!
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While I reflected on the past 365 days, in the back of my mind I wondered what photo or photos to put here today. Then, it came to me. This one with the magnificent reflections in the step van's windshield. I remember how excited I was to see it last week on my morning walk between buses on the way to work. "Wow! Look at that!" I thought as I stopped on the sidewalk diagonally across from where it was parked and got my camera out of the bag I carry it in while out and about. I knew immediately which downtown building lent itself to creating these spectacular reflections, too.
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I looked up and took this photo before crossing the street.
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This is the side that's reflected in the windshield, the west-facing side of a building that fronts onto SW 5th, a block away from where I stood to take this photo. It's The Standard Insurance Center, 900 SW 5th Avenue.
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Found on the Internet, I assume it is all up-to-date:
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The Standard Insurance Center, originally the Georgia-Pacific Building, is a 27-story office building in Portland, Oregon. Completed in 1970, it currently serves as part of the headquarters of The Standard, the brand name under which Standard Insurance Company and other subsidiaries of StanCorp Financial Group, Inc., do business. Standard also owns the 16-story Standard Plaza, located two blocks south along 5th Avenue.
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The Georgia-Pacific Building was commissioned by Georgia-Pacific and designed by the firm of Skidmore, Owings & Merrill (SOM). At the time of construction, it was the tallest reinforced concrete building in the world. It was completed in 1970.
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When Georgia-Pacific left Portland, the Standard Insurance Company purchased the building, renamed it Standard Insurance Center, and removed all GP signage.
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Standing 367 feet (112 m) tall, the tower contains 27 above-ground stories. Valued at $114 million, the structure contains 459,504 square feet (42,689.3 m2) of space. Built of concrete and steel, the tower is considered Modernist in style. One major tenant is the Stoel Rives law firm, which leases the top nine stories at the building. The building’s extensive woodwork provides an elegant reminding of the Georgia-Pacific past along with The Quest, an elaborate sculpture considered Portland’s largest single piece of white sculpted marble.
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The Standard believes healthy environments are fundamental to healthy communities by finding creative solutions to operate sustainably. The Standard employs a broad range of practices to contribute to the mantra ‘reduce, reuse and recycle’ in its internal operations, in the operation and maintenance of its office buildings, and in the community. The Standard’s corporate sustainability objectives include recycling in the office, energy efficiency in the workplace and using green products and services.
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Here's a photo that I took of The Quest in November, 2011. When I walk by it these days, I do not see any of those brown marks that look like cracks in the sculpture.
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And here's what I found on Wikipedia about the sculpture:
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The Quest, sometimes referred to as Saturday Night at the Y or Three Groins in a Fountain,[1][2] is an outdoor marble sculpture and fountain designed by Count Alexander von Svoboda, located in Portland, Oregon in the United States. The sculpture, carved in Italy from a single 200-ton block of white Pentelic marble quarried in Greece, was commissioned by Georgia-Pacific in 1967 and installed in front of the Standard Insurance Center in 1970. It depicts five nude figures, including three females, one male and one child. According to the artist, the subjects represent man's eternal search for brotherhood and enlightenment.
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As of 1990, The Quest was considered Portland's largest single piece of white sculptured marble. The abstract, figurative sculpture was surveyed by the Smithsonian Institution's "Save Outdoor Sculpture!" program in 1994 and underwent minor repairs. It has received mixed reviews. One critic appreciated how its flowing lines contrasted with the "stark" pillars of the adjacent building, and called the marble "impressive". Another writer for The Oregonian wrote of her and others' dislike for the sculpture, saying it serves as a "free sex-education lesson" for schoolchildren.
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The Quest was designed by Count Alexander von Svoboda, an Austria-born, Toronto-based sculptor. It was commissioned by Georgia-Pacific in 1967 and installed in front of the Standard Insurance Center (formerly known as the Georgia-Pacific Building) at Southwest 5th Avenue and Southwest Taylor Street in downtown Portland in 1970. The stone sculpture was one of nearly 400 in Georgia-Pacific's private collection, unveiled in Portland with the opening of its world headquarters. Rose Festival princesses presented the work at a formal ceremony.
The sculpture was carved in Carrara, Italy, from a single 200-ton block of white Pentelic marble, quarried near Athens. It depicts five "larger than life" nude figures, including three females, one male and one child. The statue is set on a pedestal within a fountain, surrounded by water jets. The figures' forms curve upward, and two of the females have their hands raised, while the third "sleeps in the rear". The male figure appears to float and is reaching up with both hands, while the child figure is located behind the foremost female.
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The Quest measures approximately 20 feet (6.1 m) x 10 feet (3.0 m) x 15 feet (4.6 m) and is sited on a concrete or stone base that measures 22 feet (6.7 m) x 10 feet (3.0 m) x 5 feet (1.5 m) and weighs 17 tons. According to the artist, the sculpture is "symbolic of man's eternal search for brotherhood and enlightenment". Michelangelo inspired the work, but von Svoboda took a more "humanistic" approach, and 35 stonemasons assisted with the sculpture's creation, which took two-and-a-half years to complete. von Svoboda's Perpetuity, a hollowed-out cross-section of a redwood log with a bronze "seedling" radiating outward, served as a "companion" sculpture. Originally installed along the Southwest Fourth Avenue side of the building, the work was relocated to the World Forestry Center.
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The Smithsonian Institution has categorized The Quest as both abstract and figurative. In 2002, journalist Sallie Tisdale of The Oregonian described the sculpture as a "large tangle of snow-white bodies in a fountain". She wrote that the work is privately owned but in public view, and that it has been around "long enough that no one is quite sure how it got there in the first place". As of 1990, The Quest was considered Portland's largest single piece of white sculptured marble. It was surveyed and considered "well maintained" by the Smithsonian's "Save Outdoor Sculpture!" program in January 1994. Maintenance on the sculpture has included caulking and repairs to the male figure's nose.
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The Quest has received mixed reviews. During the unveiling ceremony, there was reportedly a "momentary stunned silence then crescendo of applause duly recorded by local news media". In 1970, one Building Stone News contributor wrote that the sculpture's flowing white lines contrast with the stark vertical pillars of white quartz on the adjacent building's exterior, and called the marble "impressive". In contrast, Tisdale said of the work:
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The Quest has been around since 1970, long enough for its provenance and purpose to sink into mystery ... No one seems to like it much, and others actively dislike it. But there it stays, a free sex-education lesson for busloads of suburban schoolchildren, the uncertain limbs forever reaching somewhere or other, for something.
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The sculpture has earned the nicknames Saturday Night at the Y and Three Groins in a Fountain. One writer for The Seattle Times, in a piece about differences between Portland and Seattle, referenced the latter nickname as an example of Portland's "kitschier" art. In 2003, Eugene Weekly published a book review that suggested readers should read Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland, Oregon, a recently published travelogue by Chuck Palahniuk, if they were unfamiliar with "Three Groins in the Fountain". Palahniuk includes the sculpture is his "Portland vocabulary lesson", which includes a list of his definitions for local words.[10] The sculpture has been included in at least one published walking tour of Portland.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-24869030975516671602016-07-28T06:20:00.000-07:002016-07-29T18:08:58.123-07:00Watched on the way to work, a worker at work, welding. <div>
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I noticed a German Shepherd in the garage door opening and brought up my camera to photograph him. Then, the man caught my eye as he welded in the background. Four photos in quick succession. Enjoy! Hold Fast Fabrication PDX on SE Grand Avenue.
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To say I was excited to get these photos is a woeful understatement. I even got to show them to the welder before I walked the block and half to my mundane cubicle in my work building.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-37482613970079012062016-07-26T18:24:00.003-07:002016-07-26T18:24:55.715-07:00Twenty-one days ago, I achieved my goal! Part Two: How We Got It Done! Love and caring, two great ingredients in my determination.<div>
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Two of our fine friends from California, Danielle and Meehan, decided to go with my sons Lamont and Leland and me to make my goal of walking from the Larch Mountain parking lot to the Sherrard Point viewpoint. In fact, Danielle graciously drove us in her Toyota Highlander! After a detour brought about by a July 4th parade in Corbett on the Historic Columbia River Highway, we circled around and found a paved road all the way to the Larch Mountain parking lot.
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I made a mistake asking you to remember the rotting tree trunk in yesterday's post--I thought it was the one I had them stand on and around for this photo on the 4th of July. Nevertheless, this is a sweet photo of Meehan, Leland, Lamont, and Danielle.
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Because I was surrounded by caring people who love me, I had no problem getting to the steps. Once there, I listened to everyone's advice and encouragement and just put one foot up on a step, then the other one beside that one and made my way up each set of steps that appeared on the path. I didn't let myself think about walking back down them yet because I <i>knew in my heart</i> that I'd be able to cope with that when the time came. It's that love and caring that got me there. There's young, energetic Meehan already at the top of the steps.
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When I stopped to rest for a few seconds, I decided to take this photo of the trees off the side of the path. I didn't notice that there was no path underneath that railroad tie step until I selected this photo to post here. Glad that I didn't!
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This moment that I stopped and took this photo allowed me to have a look at where I'd be going on the way back to the car in the parking lot. Thankful for that moment. Once again I'm thankful I didn't notice that those steps appear to have empty air beneath them there on the grassy edges at the edge of the path.
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I found a spider at work. Over the few seconds that I took several photos, the spider moved around a bit.
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We're getting higher now, into the clouds which you can see here through the trees.
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My son Leland knows how to distract me from the fact that I'm high up on a mountain top! Let me also tell you that each of us was proud of our layers--it was cool up there in the clouds!
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Meehan, being fearless near the top. We didn't have to climb up that rock--there were well-formed steps with railing and chain link on each side.
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A tiny cluster of pretty flowers called my name when I saw it beside the steps to the viewpoint.
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While the absence of the blue sky day that I had dreamed of made me sad, I still found the clouds slowly drifting through the trees amazing! From the Internet about the trees:
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Larch Mountain contains some of the largest old-growth forest strands left in the Columbia River Gorge area, characterized by the presence of many nurse logs. Dominant tree species include pacific silver fir, grand fir, Douglas fir, and western hemlock.
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Lamont at the top of the Sherrard Point viewpoint.
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Here I am, at the top! I made it! Meehan took this photo for me with my iPhone! It felt terrific to be there in the clouds! That's my best California bud in the background, Danielle. She's Meehan's proud Auntie!
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I decided that since I couldn't see distant mountain peaks, I'd take advantage of what I could see--close up--taking photographs carefully over the railing or through the chain link fence.
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I even looked down, too!
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Thank goodness for a zoom lens!
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Another photo that makes me proud to have a zoom lens.
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Look at the lines in those rocks! Amazing sight to see atop this extinct volcano. From the Internet about Larch Mountain:
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Larch Mountain is the remnant of an ancient shield volcano, with broad slopes covering tens of square kilometers. It is currently the tallest peak in the Boring Lava Field, a volcanic field active during the Plio-Pleistocene time frame. Active between 1.8 and 1.4 million years ago, the volcano is composed mainly of basalts, although the summit at Sherrard Point is composed mainly of iron-rich andesite. Larch Mountain's basalt is tough to distinguish from the surrounding Columbia River Basalt, although the Columbia River Basalt is slightly lighter in color and less brittle. Sherrard Point is the eroded remains of the original volcanic plug.
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Sherrard Point was exposed during the last glacial period, when the majority of the mountain's peak was destroyed by glaciers. The glaciers carved a large cirque into the mountain, forming a large lake. Over time, the lake was filled with sediment, and today the area is now a large meadow.
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Equally amazing, the lines in the remains of this tree.
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I couldn't get enough of these tiny beauties beside the rings in that tree trunk. Wow!
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On the way back to the car, one more photograph of the beautiful forest.
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Found on the path; I wonder what kind of bird used to have this particular feather?
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You can see the descent of the path to the left of these rotting tree trunks.
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Yes! Here are the four people who helped me overcome my visceral fear of heights: Lamont, Leland, Danielle, and Meehan. You for rock! Thank you so much for helping me achieve my goal and make great memories!
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This photo of a happy me with equally happy Danielle and Meehan gives you an idea of the size of the forest, the paths. We used the path on the left, both directions; Leland asked me if I cared if he took the path on the right back to the car. Of course I told him it was fine with me, to be careful. I have my foot on the low retaining wall where I rested back in 2012, steeling myself for the walk back to my Zipcar.
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Love this photo of my sweet sons on each side of me. I am blessed!
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We're almost to the parking lot. I really like the determination to survive for years and years that I see in this tree trunk, curved up amid the towering nearby trees, seeking light. That's what we all need to survive--determination.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-47879159585684573492016-07-25T03:30:00.000-07:002016-07-25T03:30:35.297-07:00Twenty-one days ago, I met a goal! Part One: The Back Story along with some beautiful flowers<div>
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In early June, I wrote this on a calendar as a goal-setting part of the On the Move process then going on at work, bound to get those of us who would participate into better shape: <i>Sometime after June 24, walk Larch Mountain trail to viewpoint with Lamont and Leland.</i> After June 24 because that would be the end of On the Move as an organized process, and we were asked to set a long term goal. Little did I know that not only would my two sons accompany me, but also two dear friends visiting from California, Danielle and Meehan. There's a back story to why I picked Larch Mountain and the viewpoint and reaching them as my goal.
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I had a vacation day and a Zipcar July 30, 2012, and planned to drive into the Columbia River Gorge to enjoy myself. As I drove through Troutdale on my way to the Historic Columbia River Highway, I decided to take the road to Larch Mountain to see if I could walk from the parking lot to Sherrard Point, the viewpoint at the end of that short trail. I had seen photos of the hand rail and chain link fence surrounding the area, so I felt safe as relates to my fear of heights. I jumped to the conclusion that seeing those photos meant that the trail also had a railing along it. Nope.
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I posted about my efforts on September 13, 2012: Life's path, filled with ups, downs, and curves into the unknown
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<i>According to the Exif info about this photo at my Flickr account, I took it on July 30, 2012, at 3:32 p.m. PDT. Those are facts. Later on I realized it's a fact that the image is a fine metaphor for life. Life is not always a smooth direct path with its end always in sight. And along the way, one must stop and assimilate what has gone before, one must seek the best help and knowledge about how to continue, one must strive no matter the circumstances, and one must never, ever give up. And now and then, one must seek help from those in your life who love you because of who you are.</i>
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<i>I stood here, took this photo, and thought about what I was doing on a the narrow path, paved, thankfully, but still situated on the steep side of Larch Mountain, very near the top of the 4,055 foot peak. I knew not where the bottom of those trees on the right actually touched Earth because, in my ever-present fear of heights, I could not get myself to look that direction except in a speedy straight-out glance, much less follow with my eyes a tree trunk downward, out of sight. To do so meant I just might lose control of myself for an all-important instant and go right on over the edge. The fear of heights is nothing if not irrational. My choices, turn around and walk the short distance back to the parking lot or continue down that slight slope and go around that gentle curve that went somewhere I couldn't yet see and continue on towards Sherrard Point at the top of Larch Mountain in the Columbia River Gorge. I took slow, deep breaths, softly talked to myself out loud--after all, I stood there alone so no one would overhear me dealing with my fear--and stepped forward. I didn't know what would happen next, but I had faith in myself to deal with it successfully. Faith based on my ability to face whatever life brought my way. I'd made it this far, hadn't I? Not without help over the years, of course. I could hear everyone who had ever loved me telling me, "You can do this." I kept walking.</i>
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I never followed up on that post with what happened next--I don't remember why. I do remember that when I had walked farther than photographed in this photo that I could see steps made from what looked like railroad ties going I knew not where, nor did I know how many of them existed, but I did know that there were no hand rails alongside the steps.
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I sat down to get my breath on a low retaining wall made of the same ties--you can just see it on the left side of the photo--and tried to convince myself to go on, without success. I then convinced myself that I could make it back to the car in the parking lot without all of a sudden losing control of my body and going of the edge of the hand-rail-less path.
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I took this photo on the way back to the car--remember this rotting tree trunk. The photo's deceptive in that it looks like I'm on an innocent, nearly level path in beautiful woods. All those trees to the left of the path have their roots way down below the level of this path. I have no estimate of how many feet below because I never looked over the edge. I concentrated in walking on the right side of the path.
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I visited Vista House, Multnomah Falls and Horsetail Falls in the Gorge, then drove on home, mixed feelings running through my body. It had been a fine drive on the road to Larch Mountain, lots of beautiful trees and flowers sprinkled beside the road. I got out of that Zipcar intent on doing something I'd never even gotten close to doing before. When I had realized that there was no railing along the path, I didn't turn around and go immediately back to the car. I kept walking. So, the mixed feelings brought about by partial success stayed with me for miles and miles and through enjoying those waterfalls. Finally, I believe they steeled me to making an effort again, but next time I would make certain that my two sons went with me, walked alongside me if necessary, so that I could make it to Sherrard Point. Impressed, and surprised, by my solitary effort, they agreed to do just that. More on that in the next post.
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Extra treat for you, photos of various flowers I found, either along the rode to Larch Mountain's parking lot or on the path from it to Sherrard Point.
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-32367659208741310292016-06-30T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-30T20:06:34.592-07:00For the best strawberry blonde I ever knew.<div>
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First, a few words from my heart, written on June 29, 2016, after reading her husband Richard's post, quoted below.
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The best strawberry blonde I ever knew left us today. Over in Sheffield, England. Energetic, responsible, curious, lover of fun and people and life--a brilliant woman, long-legged and ready to step out at any given moment when she felt compelled to participate personally and intensely in life, about Isobel I could go on and on. But, the bottom line is this, Isobel is gone. We have our memories; we are blessed by these, and I'm going to share some of mine with you a bit farther into this post. What we must do now is hold her Richard and her Mary close like Isobel must have done many times over the years to ease whatever pain or heartache came into the lives of these two she held so dear. We'll stand in for Isobel while we share their loss. We'll do that for her because we love her, now and always.
And we'll cry. But, like I wrote to Richard several days ago when he first told me about the sickening cancer taking her away from those who love her: <i>Crying, it's OK for us to cry, I know that it is. To me it happens when the love we hold gets loose and wants to come out into the sunshine no matter what's going on out there because it just has to get outside; crying makes room for the rest of the love that grows inside with every moment that we know and love those we hold dear. I'm feeling philosophical having faced my own mortality so closely in this last 15 months. I profoundly wish that the doctors had been able to kill that cancer making Isobel face hers, but I am equally certain that Isobel understands much more about life than I do and about how to live what she has left--look how splendidly she's lived it all so far.</i>
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In no particular order, my memories and photos of Isobel Bowler whose husband Richard Taylor posted this on Facebook on June 29, 2016.
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<i>Isobel Bowler passed away this morning, comfortably and at home with her closest family.
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Thank you to everyone who sent messages during her illness. She was so loved.
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Your eyes to me are like precious stones
On a face that's made of solid gold
When I hold your hand I want to cry
And your loving arms to protect me from the cold
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I will follow you to the end of time
I will be the blood running through your veins
I will ride with you to the end of the line
You will be my everything, my world.</i>
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I met Isobel on my first student trip to Europe when I went as a parent whose younger son took Latin from the teacher who organized the trip. My family was already friends with Richard because we'd taken care of him when he visited Jackson, Mississippi, on a trip to record church choir music in the year between, as I remember it and I hope I'm right, university and law school. Forgive me, Richard if I'm wrong and know that if I were British, I believe I'd have more of a chance at remembering correctly.
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Anyway, one of our nights in London Richard had arranged to meet us at our hotel--me, my son Leland and his high school buddy Chad--and then we'd go for dinner in Chinatown. As we walked from restaurant to restaurant, Richard paused to look inside the windows adorned with defeathered ducks, hanging by their necks, waiting to be cooked. Somewhere along the line, I asked him, "What are you doing, Richard?" He replied, "Looking for lots of Chinese people eating--that's where <i>we</i> will eat." He smiled his delightfully charming smile as his eyes sparkled. Somewhere along the line, he mentioned that a friend would be joining us. Seems that we had found the right restaurant and had been seated before his friend arrived; since this was well before cell phones, I can only imagine that he had given her a complete set of instructions as to how to find us. I like to think of Isobel going from restaurant to restaurant, looking for us among the Chinese diners!
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I remember thinking this is a dynamic young woman with outstanding long legs, an engaging smile and great conversation, plus the ability to make you feel like you were the most important person in the room. Pun intended, Isobel flat out bowled me over, that's all there is to it. I've never told this to anyone, but I thought that night that I now have my own private Sigourney Weaver here, complete with beautiful reddish wavy hair. I remember thinking that she and Richard just might be more than friends--he glowed, reflecting the bright light that came with Isobel into the room. It didn't surprise me to find out some years later that they would marry. It didn't surprise me to learn that their family would become three with the birth of a child, their darling daughter Mary. It didn't surprise me how pleased I was to be able to visit them in their London home when Mary was not quite two months old on what turned out to be my last student trip to Europe, this time as the teacher in charge.
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Extremely proud of myself for finding my way all alone on the Tube to their home, I walked up to their door certain that I was about to make some good memories. I held Mary in my arms, smiled at her sweet baby face, took deep breaths of that divine baby smell. Later I dined with Isobel and Richard and at least one friend who had been Isobel's boss at one time--seems like a couple more were there, my memory isn't what it used to be, this was back in 2001. The former boss had recently received an honor from Queen Elizabeth for work in his field which, I hope I remember correctly, had to do with national health. He gave me a ride back to my hotel in a London Black Cab. The entire evening I'd felt like I'd been cast in a movie being shot in London and, although I cannot remember details, I do remember how Isobel treated me, like a good friend welcomed with love and caring into the home she'd created with Richard for their family. She made me feel special.
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By inviting me to their home, Isobel also gave me the chance to publish in the Jackson Free Press, the alternative newsweekly in Jackson, Mississippi, where I wrote, proofread, edited, photographed as a part timer who adored every single moment I spent on it, but none more so that when I was able to tell editor Donna Ladd in a brainstorming session for our "Six Degrees of Separation" that my miniature dachshund Duncan was that very distance from the Queen of England. I rattled it off before she had time to close her mouth which had dropped wide open at my statement: Duncan, me, Richard, Isobel, her former boss, the Queen of England. Thank you, Isobel!
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Over the years, we've kept in touch through e-mails and Facebook. I've delighted in those moments of contact because I knew that we'd always be friends. In fact, when I got the chance to go to the UK in October, 2014, they are the first couple I e-mailed about the details of the tour because I desperately hoped to be able to see the two of them and Mary.
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That hope was never in doubt once Richard and Isobel found out when I'd be there, where I'd be closest to them. She got me a ticket on the train from York to Sheffield so that I could leave the tour and rejoin it a day later, riding to London all by myself on a train with another ticket from them. She made certain that I had the train schedules so that I could make good time getting to Sheffield. Isobel found me at the train station giving a uniform patch from the Multnomah County Sheriff's Office where I work to a 6'6" transit policeman standing near the station entrance. Immediately I had the joy of experience Isobel as her usual self, energetic, vivacious, smiling and talking and making certain that all was well with me. We soon walked over to a nearby venue for Richard's book launch. Such serendipity to be there on that particular evening. There was a good-sized, attentive crowd at the event; we joined some of their friends for a nice meal afterwards. The next morning they drove us to visit Chatsworth House, a stately home in Derbyshire--I felt like I was cast in an episode of Downton Abbey of a more opulent sort as we walked through that magnificent place after lunch in the stables--reborn as a very nice restaurant. Before lunch Richard and I toured the massive gardens on a golf cart while Isobel walked their dog Freddie here and there, then putting him to bed in the car before joining us for a short walk once our tour was complete. After a blissfully wonderful time with my two friends, we headed back to Sheffield and my train. As my husband LeRoy used to say, we split the whistle getting to that train's platform and finding my reserved seat. Isobel never doubted we'd make it; she encouraged Richard to get me to the train on time, that she'd park the car, that she join us there as we reveled in our success. See the photos below for proof positive.
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Isobel and her friends at Richard's book launch--Kim, I think; Vanessa; and Isobel. I hope I have the names correct for the friends. I do vividly remember how smart these three women were. Smart, articulate, powerful women. The entire time I sat there impressed to the hilt, honored to be in their presence.
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See what I mean about the long legs, the wavy strawberry blonde hair. Isobel on the grounds of Chatsworth.
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Isobel and Richard on the grounds. The fact that they're in the photo is another bit of serendipity. I was focusing on that huge urn and didn't even notice them until I uploaded the photo to Flickr.
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Freddie and Isobel beside the Carriage House.
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<b>We did it! I got to my seat in time, thanks to my inspired, intrepid friends!</b> I waved to the two of them when I realized that they'd come up to my window for our last loving smiles at each other. In my excitement, I couldn't get my camera to focus on their faces instead of what was around them--well, it sort of is in focus on a single photo--but I do so adore them as they are! We'd talked about my coming back some day, maybe doing a tour of their making in a rented car. Me, driving a car in the UK? What a wild thought that was. But that's what Isobel did! She led you to believe in all the wildness that the future could hold. The best kind of wildness there is--hope and excitement and self-belief in what you could accomplish. Here are all of these wonderful photos.
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Here are a few more photos that I want to share.
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Freddie and Isobel at home before we left for Chatsworth.
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Richard and Isobel, at home before we left for Chatsworth. Mary left for school before I even thought about taking a photo, I was having such fun <i>being</i> there that I completely forgot! Trust me, she's a lovely young woman who does both parents proud.
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As I've typed this post on Wednesday night here in Portland, Oregon, my heart has been full. Full of disbelief that cancer took this vibrant woman from her husband, her daughter, the family and friends who also love her. Full of anger that cancer takes so many who are as well-loved every single day, around the world. Full of prayer and hope for Richard and Mary to be able to find the strength to get through this experience that they are too young, truthfully <i>too</i> young, to be going through now. What has happened has gone against the natural order of things. Death should have been delayed many years from now.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-67008981134173218982016-06-29T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-29T03:30:22.616-07:00Seen at the Grand Floral Parade, No. 2<div>
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I like a confident man. I like a burly, good-sized man. I like dimples. I like LEOs. (Law Enforcement Officers) This man, a Portland Police Bureau officer, wearing an inflated Alaska Airlines airplane hat, fills the bill on all three.
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He's got great peripheral vision, too. Four seconds after the first photo, I took this one as he looked straight at me. Doggone cool.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-37431913220571028912016-06-28T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-28T03:30:08.502-07:00Food noise, explained. Other posts to come, intermittently. <div>
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As I've been invested in recording my carbohydrates since May 6 so that I will have a better hemoglobin A-1C test result on July 28, I've come to notice something running in the back of my mind, now and then, no matter what I happen to be doing or where I might be.
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Monday, June 27, my brain sent me what I will now use to identify this phenomenon. I felt surprised, then happy with the term. Food noise.
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Here's my explanation of food noise. I sit at work involved with my daily tasks and performing them spot on. As the day progresses, I have counted my breakfast foods--calories, fat, carbohydrates, protein--on the iPhone app I use, MyPlate, and the water that I've had with breakfast. I've walked with my iPhone on my person or in my shoulder bag so that the health app that came with it counts my steps. Those steps are deducted from the calories I consume from my allowed calorie goal for the day--the app is tuned to calories but thankfully fits in with my goal of not becoming a diabetic, therefore the carb counting. Throughout the day, I enter foods eaten at lunch, dinner, snack (if any), and more water.
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I do not for the most part feel unsatisfied at any particular meal or moment. I have found it exciting to watch those steps impact those calories. In this way, the app encourages me to continue my efforts. I have shed pounds. I have increased stamina.
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Yet, unbidden at any given moment, in the back of my mind, food such as you see in this photo--duck confit, gnocchi, fava beans from 3 Doors Down Cafe in a photo that I took June 17, 2011--appears. I feel my teeth biting into the meaty duck, the satisfyingly dense gnocchi, the al dente fava beans. I don't taste any of these, I <i>feel</i> them. I keep right on working, undeterred by the food noise which so far has not manifested itself in the form of aggravating craving. I think the fact that I easily keep on with my regular activities made the term food noise pop into my mind because, for me, it is kin to white noise, as in this definition--a steady, unvarying, unobtrusive sound, as an electronically produced drone or the sound of rain, used to mask or obliterate unwanted sounds.
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Not that my food noise is obliterating anything unwanted. I have, in fact, found food noise to be a comfort. By the way, it is not always prepared by professionals. Sometimes, it is something that I myself have cooked. More posts to come, if I have the appropriate photo on hand.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-1867481183092886452016-06-27T19:10:00.000-07:002016-06-27T19:10:17.695-07:00Morning, a light breeze, photographed.<div>
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Light makes me happy. A breeze makes me feel good.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-9634329883661593032016-06-26T11:02:00.000-07:002016-06-26T11:02:03.335-07:00Seen on TriMet, an inspiration.<div>
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May 29, 2016, a cool morning commute. Naturally I noticed this lovely lady sitting across from me. I silenced my iPhone and took several photos, trying to capture her at her best. I believe this last one that I shot does that because I managed to avoid a bright, off-putting glow around her hair. Isn't she magnificent? So together to get out and about, her necessities stashed in her cart. I'm very proud of this photo. I hope I'll be like her as I continue my time here in the known world. I believe that I try to do that every single day.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-23026399010455795202016-06-25T09:54:00.000-07:002016-06-25T09:54:17.518-07:00Captivating. Downtown Portland on one of my morning commute walks, in front of The Portland Plaza, a condo skyscraper.<div>
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I couldn't get enough of these beauties. And I hope that someone in charge of their care cut off the spent blossoms. Because I'd hate to think that a passerby with a sharp knife just decided to take the three that are obviously recently removed. To me, the flower on the right looks as if it could be made of paper, complete with the curled petals.
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Do you like the mood of this shot, as I took it?
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Or as it appears here after I clicked on Edit in Aviary, the Enhance, then Illuminate?
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First, I didn't like a flower that was in the bottom left corner, so I cloned it out at BeFunky.
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Then I wondered about the exposure, so at BeFunky, I worked on the highlight and the fill light. Hmmm.
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This is the original photo. Do you agree with me that the flower in the lower left corner detracts from what I wanted in this photo? I'm curious. Thanks!
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All I did with this one was crop off a spent blossom and some ugly concrete in the background--driveway, retaining wall. I really like the patina on the petals, the sheen.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-40730881076113940792016-06-24T06:57:00.003-07:002016-06-24T06:57:42.397-07:00What #THEY had to say. What I'm saying. <div>
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OK. These are some of the statements made #THEY about the Portland Trail Blazers' chances for this just completed NBA season, on front of a shirt and surrounding the #THEY. I have to post this today because I imagine some of #THEY said the same thing about our chances in the 2016 Draft last night.
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A Washington Post headline, today, online: <i>Maryland’s Jake Layman selected in second round of NBA draft, headed to the Portland Trail Blazers</i>
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Here's the article by Roman Stubbs, under the heading Terrapin Insider which I take it to mean Roman knows Jake 'cause Jake's a Terrapin:
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<i>On the perhaps the most significant day of his life, Jake Layman rose out of bed and decided to go golfing with three of his friends at a course outside of Boston. It was a built-in stress reliever from the countdown of the NBA draft, which has essentially been ticking since he was a boy. He tried not to think about the pressure and the thought of his name being called. His girlfriend and Maryland manager Ryan Lumpkin drove up from Maryland for the night, bringing Layman’s two dogs with them to help ease any anxiety that he was feeling.
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It all went out the window in the middle of the second round late Thursday night. He received a call from his agent. “It’s a home run,” Layman was told. He replied by simply asking: “What do we got?”
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He was then informed that the Portland Trail Blazers were trading up with the Orlando Magic to take Layman at No. 47 overall. Portland sent $1.2 million and a 2019 second round pick for the services of the four-year player from Maryland, who was only encouraged by the fact that the Blazers actively made a move to secure him. Layman didn’t work out for Portland, but he had heard of interest there.
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“I’ve watched them play a lot. They shoot a lot of threes. Their offense will fit me well. I think it’s a great fit,”said Layman, who will report to Portland within the next five days. “It definitely gives me a lot of confidence. It shows that they really wanted me, to go through that much work to get me. I think it’s a great time.”
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Layman became the second former Maryland player to be involved in a trade after coming off the board Thursday night. Center Diamond Stone went seven picks earlier to the New Orleans and was traded to the Los Angeles Clippers.
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Layman finished tied with former Maryland star Juan Dixon with 141 career games played over four years, equaling that school record this past season while helping Maryland win 27 games and reach the Sweet 16 for the first time in 13 years. Maryland had higher aspirations with a roster loaded with professional talent, one that was only bolstered after Layman held off on declaring for the 2015 draft following his junior season.
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He vowed to return to College Park and further polish his draft stock while helping lead the Terrapins, and while he didn’t come close to cracking the first round Thursday night, he still recognized a lifelong goal of hearing his name called.
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“I was confident that I was going to get picked, no matter what round it was,” Layman said.
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Though Layman endured plenty of ups and downs and struggled with his confidence at times while at Maryland, he will also be remembered for his loyalty to Terrapins Coach Mark Turgeon. The Massachusetts native stuck with the program while Maryland lost five transfers in the spring of 2014. Layman averaged 11.6 points and 5.3 rebounds as a senior, finishing his career as one of only 12 players in school history with over 1,400 points and 600 rebounds.
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Layman was projected as a second-round pick by a number of analysts throughout the spring, when he toured the country to conduct individual workouts with more than half of the league’s teams. Layman has enticed NBA scouts for the past two years with his athleticism and shooting ability — but his primary goal over the past eight weeks was to continue refining his body (he’s up to 210 pounds and hopes to play at 220 in the NBA) and show teams consistency with his confidence.
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Layman didn’t speak with reporters until well after midnight, but he still was beaming over being selected. That his former teammate Stone didn’t get drafted until No. 40 overall didn’t add any anxiety, he said, because all he was focused on was being one of the 60 players to hear their name called. He also expressed no regret in returning to school for his senior season and delaying this kind of celebration by a year. He earned his degree and elevated his game he said, and the end result Thursday was well worth the wait.
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“It was a great day,” Layman said. “Once I got picked , every one went crazy. It was a great scene.”</i>
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I've been on that campus; I've been in their field house. I feel doggone good about this pick. Welcome to Portland, Jake. So proud you finished your degree!
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-79553438327806561182016-06-23T06:16:00.003-07:002016-06-23T06:16:48.219-07:00Someone commented on this top photo on my Flickr account.<div>
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Here's the comment - <i>davidjoaquin said: Levi Blackwolf! great photo of him</i> This is the first time this has happened for me with a photo that I uploaded to Flickr. Neat-o! Also I thoroughly enjoyed their attire and their horses and mules.
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Here's what I found out about the group he's in, at least it's my best guess at getting it correct based on the PDF of the 2016 list of entries I found and finding the last group I photographed with a sign in front of it and the last photo I've posted below:
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H-13a Happy Canyon Chiefs of the Confederated Tribes of the Umatilla Indian Reservation
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H-13b Royal Court of the Happy Canyon Indian Pageant (2)
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H-13c Happy Canyon Board of Directors (wagon)
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Several more photos--let me know if you know if I'm right or wrong on the group ID, please. Thanks!
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Based on the brand on the wagon, I believe I've got it right about these photos being of the Happy Canyon Chiefs of the Confederated Tribes of the Umatilla Indian Reservation.
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This one appeared on the list right after the Happy Canyon groups as Park Bureau Scooper.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-58309143578921860372016-06-21T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-21T03:30:16.969-07:00Worker working, seen on my morning walk, Monday, June 20, downtown Portland<div>
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On my morning walk between the two buses that I take to get to work, I noticed for the first time a City of Portland employee watering plants along the sidewalk. Yea!
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Twenty minutes after the parade was supposed to start, well north of this location, this little guy, along with lots of other children. enjoyed making or chasing bubbles, depending on who would spend money for you. I couldn't help but think--as I watched him chasing every which way, jumping, swinging what I believe was a purple water-filled balloon on a stretchy tether--that he'd be a tired little guy on the way home. Probably snoozing in no time, having to be gently aroused for lunch unless the adults in charge knew him to be one better left to sleep until he woke himself.
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It's obvious in this photo that the money was spent for the older children to have the bubble-making stuff; I'd have done that if I were spending my money because you'd think the older children would be less likely to just pour out the liquid.
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Someone bought this guy a bubble-blowing gun. Let me tell you, enough of those flew right at me to have to dodge them after one popped close enough for me to taste it. Yuck! That colorful entity on the left of the photo is a head-band-with-streamers vendor. All sorts of vendors walked the parade route, selling eye-catching items aimed at kids of all ages.
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See, another adult's reaction to all those bubbles coming his way!
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Now there's a bubble war! And a confused toddler walking along with his mom.
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The little guy really enjoyed the bubble gun's spewing so many bubbles so quickly. The girls got to pick their own headbands-with-streamers when the vendor paused right in front of where I sat.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-47617221230507045712016-06-19T11:06:00.000-07:002016-06-19T11:06:18.482-07:00Pay attention. You could be missing something unqiue. Or have you already seen it so often that it is now ordinary?<div>
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Juggling at 4 p.m. on a June day in downtown Portland may not be that unique to some. Look at these people ignoring the man in the top hat plying his craft on SW 6th Avenue. I myself didn't notice him at first as I stood on the Broadway side of Pioneer Courthouse Square. The Festival of Flowers had drawn me to my viewpoint and kept me occupied until I caught a flash of one of his juggling pins as I moved the zoom on the camera. Ah, I thought. I must capture some of these seconds.
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Moments later he uniquely caught the pin there on the bridge of his nose, yet no one across the street at the MAX stop even noticed. I wondered where he'd send it with a flick of his head.
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Back to catch it on his heel? Then flip it elsewhere? I actually saw it on his heel for a second through the camera lens, but, alas, was unable to get a photo of it there or on its way up.
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In front of him after arcing overhead, the pin joined the others in the routine as those pedestrians and folks waiting for the MAX only paid attention to their own private routines.
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Then he returned to what I think of as standard, everyday juggling. I soon left myself to catch my bus home, part of my own workday routine. Thanks, juggler, for a moment of what was out of the ordinary for me in downtown Portland.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-68355142177772553912016-06-18T09:01:00.000-07:002016-06-18T09:01:56.379-07:00I scored a hat trick with these trifectas. <div>
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Thursday morning in between buses on my commute to work, I walked back over to Pioneer Courthouse Square to check how many flowers remained from the Flower Sale at the end of the Festival of Flowers. I couldn't resist taking a few photos. Here you see a few beauties with the Portland Hotel wrought iron arch in the background, added joy with the pedestrian's placement inside the arch. Then there's the TriMet bus heading north on SW 6th, part of the Portland Transit Mall.
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And here's another photo. I wanted to share it because not only is there a TriMet bus, there's a MAX train, too, waiting at the traffic signal in just the right position to be seen through the arch.
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Hat trick, three goals scored by the same person; trifecta--excuse my stretching this one--I took these photos with these items in the exact order that I predicted, once I realized what was happening right before I clicked the button on the camera. 1st, Festival of Flowers; 2nd, Portland Hotel wrought iron arch; 3rd, TriMet on the Portland Transit Mall.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-40128468387819025002016-06-17T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-17T03:30:15.633-07:00Sunlight caught my eye. <div>
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Wednesday morning I had a great time finding sunlight here and there at Chapman Square, downtown Portland, as I walked from one bus to where I'd catch the other one. I'm not sure that I can convey just how much I enjoy walking around downtown Portland. It's a real treat! So much to see and photograph, places to rest, great sidewalks. Wow!
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See what I mean about places to rest!
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And the sunlight! Lovely to me.
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I noticed this sunlight at just the right second. By the time I took the photo and looked at it on my camera, it was already changing. Lucky me!
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-89838096957164246862016-06-16T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-16T03:30:04.087-07:00Flower Sale Today<div>
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Flower buyers showed up at Pioneer Courthouse Square to stock up on the potted plants from this year's Festival of Flowers. Notice in the top right corner, a bit of the wrought iron arch seen in the post earlier this week about the Festival of Flowers.
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Selections made, time to pay at the table set up beneath the EZ-Up canopy labeled Pioneer Courthouse Square Portland's Living Room.
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I saw this lady with her box of flowers before I walked across the street to enter the square. I wonder if she had a car or if she was heading for a bus? I've seen people on the bus with flowers from the sale.
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For some reason this banner really appealed to me. Is it the font? The colors? I don't know.
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I walked to the west side of the square and stood on what I call the viewpoint which is above the door to the Visitor Information, also seen in the post earlier this week. Across the square, you see Pioneer Courthouse itself. In front of it, the two-car MAX train and a TriMet bus. That's SW 6th Avenue, the north-bound street that is part of the Portland Transit Mall. SW 5th is the southbound portion. The MAX Yellow, Green, and Orange Lines run north and south on the mall; the Red and Blue Lines cross it on the other two streets that make up Pioneer Courthouse Square--SW Yamhill and SW Morrison. Buses go through the mall, too, spreading out to all portions of the metropolitan area, across three counties. The Portland Transit Mall runs from NW Irving to SW Jackson; it's 1.2 miles long, this couplet of one-way streets, SW 5th and SW 6th. One of these days--well, it'll take me more than one day--I'll be walking those blocks and photographing all along the way. I'll share lots and lots with y'all. We'll have a great time together!
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Here's a map TriMet has on their Web site for the Portland Transit Mall. It's on the west side of the Willamette River, the two parallel lines, and there's a closeup of it on the right side of the picture. Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-92025713034219216312016-06-15T03:30:00.000-07:002016-06-15T03:30:26.908-07:00Handrail shadows on the ramp.<div>
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The other day when I went to the Moda Center before work, I enjoyed the shadows cast by the handrail at the ramp from the Commons down to the street.
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And from the street back up to the Commons. It's interesting to see a place you're very familiar with in a new light, at a new time of day, from a different perspective.
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I got off the bus downtown on the way to work and walked a few blocks to see this year's Festival of Flowers. I wanted to make certain I got to go before any predicted rains messed with the blossoms.
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Here's a wider view. I took these photos from SW 6th and did not walk across the square to the higher viewpoints. I might go back if it's not raining--they're on display unaltered through June 14.
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Just to the right of the previous photo, you see the entrance to Visitor Information. Look, there's another waterfall downtown!
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And here's the part that's to the right of what the other photos show.
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Looking through the wrought iron arch at the Festival of Flowers. I love this bit of history that remains on this site. The Portland Hotel stood on this square between 1890 and 1951 when it was torn down and replaced with a two-story parking lot; an original archway and gatework from the hotel were made part of the square's design and are found today on the south side of the square. I've seen photos of that hotel--do I ever wish it still stood? Yes, although I would greatly miss what's known as Portland's Living Room, I would love to see how that hotel could have been, if maintained and respected.
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Getting artsy with the arch.
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I really like sandwich boards filled with information and enticements.
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Casual Friday, May 27, the lady's latest bag mesmerized me. I have no idea who designed it, but I really like the colors and the roses. Not so crazy about what appears to be a wide strip of shiny gold, though, which is odd because I normally like shiny, sparkly, somewhat gaudy.
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Here's a bit of a close up view. What do you think about that gold strip? Thanks!
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I don't know Brian Libby, but I know of him. He's behind Portland Architecture dot com. He's mightily involved with Friends of Memorial Coliseum. June 8, 2016--just days ago--that grand building was named a National Treasure by National Trust for Historic Preservation. All I can say is hooray! I hope this pronouncement helps save the building, helps it be taken care of for years to come. I've been inside several times since moving here in June, 2006, and find it amazing, fascinating, and well-deserving of living on for all to see and to take part in events held there.
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From Portland Architecture published on June 9, an awesome statement that Libby quoted from Bill Walton, member of the NBA Championship Portland Trail Blazers:
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<i>Libby: . . .I'd like to share a statement from Trail Blazers legend Bill Walton, which was also read at the event yesterday:</i>
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<i>"39 years ago this week, right here, on the banks of the powerful and majestic Willamette River, our beloved Portland Trail Blazers made history, changed the world and plotted a new path forward to the future…I was there then, as our Blazer team won the NBA championship at this magnificent shrine and temple—the Memorial Coliseum. I'll never forget that day, not only as a defining moment in Oregon sports history and my life, but also as a statewide explosion of joy, happiness and civic pride."
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"Today most all of the other NBA arenas I played in have been torn down. But Veterans Memorial Coliseum still stands tall and proud because of its very special place in our lives and as a one-of-a-kind work of architecture."</i>
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<i>"Today I'm happy to take this well-deserved and long-overdue moment to celebrate with the Friends of Memorial Coliseum, the National Trust for Historic Preservation, the Portland City Council, and all Oregonians as our wonderful Coliseum is officially named a National Treasure."
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"Although basketball will always be the first thing I think of when I reflect on the significance of this building, it is so much more than that. Its world-class design with natural light pouring into the arena, is an important and enduring tribute to the brave veterans who gave their lives and everything else for us in both World War II and the Korean War."
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"I'm a proud, loyal, passionate and grateful man—whether it's for the beautiful game we call basketball, the rapturous power of music, especially when created by the Grateful Dead, or the natural beauty of my second home Oregon. You can also add our Veterans Memorial Coliseum to that list: a landmark that continues to inspire each and every one of us, and a place where we can all come together in joyous harmony. The spirit of '77 lives on, in and with this spectacular Coliseum. And with the powerful actions and commitment that we display here right now, we know that that will thankfully be true for generations to come."
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"And forever more, I will always be able to say, that yes—I was there … In the spring of 1977 … And also today—the day we saved our Glass Palace."
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"Thank you Portland … Thank you Blazers … Thank you Oregon … Thanks for shining the light … Thanks for being the light … Thanks for making my dreams come true."</i>
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It's ironic that I had moved from my initial place watching the parade, around the corner and onto Burnside, and got to take this photo of Brian with Fishel's in the background.
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April 30 it was announced that the furniture store will close after 95 years in business. The 100-year-old building possibly breathes its last breaths now. The Oregonian reported on June 1 that it could disappear if plans are approved to build a 17-story mixed-use building there.
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If you had been Rip-Van-Winkling the last year or so and just woke up, you wouldn't recognize the east end of the Burnside Bridge, known as the Burnside Bridgehead.
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Yard is jammed up beside the north sidewalk on the Burnside Bridge.
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I took this photo one morning on my commute through the TriMet bus windshield. You can see that it completely blocks my beloved view of the Big Pink and the Portland Oregon neon sign that I had enjoyed for several years of commuting west on NE Couch by TriMet bus. No longer is the intersection an inspirational way to begin my day; it's a gosh-awful hodge-podge of modern ugliness.
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I flat-out do not like the changes going on in every direction. Besides being ugly buildings, the housing units they hold are priced too high for regular-job-holders. I don't care if the 21-story Yard had a number of apartments set aside for households with incomes of up to 60 percent of the area's median family income--57 out of the 284--that's a pitiful, insulting toss of crumbs to Portlanders who deserve affordable housing options.
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Besides the possible replacement of Fishels, one more is going up on Burnside between MLK and Grand--in the photo above, notice the red and blue angular roof-line--it was part of a used car lot which is gone now, a huge hole filled with the footings of what will become an L-shaped building; another one is supposed to go up across the street north of Yard--it will obliterate the view of the sky between Yard and that other ugly building going up on the right side of this photo; one more is going up in a tiny, odd-shaped bit of grass in front of Yard--it's that bit of bright green you see to the right of the person in the chartreuse-colored jacket. When I changed locations to watch the parade yesterday, I noticed that digging had begun. I believe this little bit of green should have been left along, should have been made into a lovely park where folks could relax a bit amid the ugliness and the traffic which will only increase at what is already a busy bunch of intersections within a few blocks of each other.
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I'll stop here and not get on the soapbox; it's a lovely early Sunday morning here in Portland, and I need to get outside for a little while.
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I won't go without saying thank you to Brian Libby and every other person who works tirelessly for preservation of our architectural treasures here in Portland, who want our fascinating neighborhoods to remain recognizable, who want new construction to fit into those neighborhoods instead of appearing like gashes in their very fabric. It's not that we don't want to house everyone here, we just want to do it in a responsible, affordable way that respects our beloved Portland.
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05092690457095379968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185688415232400592.post-58297466236573295982016-06-11T08:36:00.002-07:002016-06-11T08:36:44.428-07:00Seen on TriMet: The serendipity I found in shorts, during our recent, out-of-the-ordinary-early warm early June weather.<div>
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No, it wasn't the look on this woman's face that caused me to take this photo. Although I have to admit, now that I've uploaded the photo I believe it is an excellent example of wonderment at what makes a stranger lackadaisically invade one's personal space. Look at the next photo, read the caption, then you'll understand why I took a couple of surreptitious photos.
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It was this calmly sleeping Service Dog that first caught my eye, totally at home in its sheepskin vest stretched out across the legs of its human. Looking at the dog made me notice his human's nicely color-coordinated shorts and T-shirt. Then--my eyes do tend to roam--I glanced to the left, quickly passing over the stranger-who-invades-personal-space-without-a-second-thought, and noticed how closely the woman's shorts mimicked the human's, in colors, style, and length. She also wore a nicely coordinated and comfortable looking top. So, I took this photo. Now you know even more about how my mind works and why I thoroughly adore serendipity.
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