UPDATE and a young woman on her bike

UPDATE: Well, there's no doubt in my mind that the chemo side effect known as fatigue is here, in all is cumulative-ness, as in the impact increases with each round of chemo. No matter how much I sleep and/or rest, I remain tired. I'm still able to get what I need to do done, if I sleep and/or rest. I guess that's because I don't go into the negative, energywise. If I don't sleep and/or rest, I'm wiped out. I know that it could be much worse as far as side effects go, so I shall not give up. I expect this to happen. I am dealing with it the best that I possibly can.



The other day I sat in front of Albertina Kerr and noticed this young woman looking intently at the traffic. I knew why she waited. She wanted to go across the street so that she could get on the far side into the bike lane, more than likely so that she could go west on NE Sandy Blvd. A construction worker from around the corner got in my way, or I would have a photo of her doing that to share with you. Sometimes serendipity doesn't happen. That's OK.

Coming. Going. Unique

Hair color says a lot. "Look at me!" "I'm brave." "I'm one-of-a-kind!" Some hair color speaks loudly.



Do you think the tattoo is in progress? I myself cannot imagine that someone who made the conscious decision to have hot fuchsia-colored hair would have a bland, outlined only, great big tattoo across her back.

I took these photos on July 24, 2009, at the intersection of SE Hawthorne Blvd. and SE 37th Avenue.

First visit to Disneyland, Day Two, Post No. 5

The Bubble Gun Story, as photographed by me while in line at Soarin' Over California, a really neat ride that even has scents to enjoy, a favorite for many who visit Disney California Adventure. I made up all of these captions beneath the photos.



The man in the hat reaches for bubbles spewing from the boy's bubble gun, to the delight of the little boy. Meanwhile, over at the right edge of the photo, it almost appears that the other little boy is drinking from his bubble gun. Surely not!



The man keeps his hand out even after all of the bubbles have floated beneath it. Looks sort of like he's saying, "Gimme five!" to the boy in the Athletics' T-shirt.



The boy squeezes the trigger and bubbles spew into the air, catching the sunlight. Meanwhile, over at the right edge of the photo, the other boy's shooting bubbles, too. In between the two boys, there is a young woman who I figure must be their big sister. She looks too young to me to be their mother. What do you think?



Ah, boys will be boys! It's a bubble shoot out! Wait! Has the man said something alarming that the young woman has overheard? I prefer to think that he said, "It's great that they brought the bubble guns with them because watching the bubbles helps me pass the time in this long, long, line."



Yes! Smiles all around as everyone continues to enjoy the bubbles. I say, "Thanks, boys!"

Snapped with an OK due to sign language!

Excited to be in Las Vegas for the first time, I eagerly looked out the window. I saw this young woman and waved. She waved back. I held up my camera and pointed at her and back at it. She shook her head OK, smiled and posed two thumbs up. I took the photo and gave her two thumbs up as a thank you. So neat to see a Southwest Airlines employee willing to work for us, out there in that awful heat, so that our luggage could get off the plane and into the terminal.

Candid #3

A young and fashionable woman in downtown Portland, seen from the MAX on July 9, as I rode over to Lloyd Center to exchange the extra battery for my new camera--the man sold me the wrong one. She's standing outside a part of Pioneer Place, a huge indoor, multi-story shopping center.