I have been taking a lot of pictures here and there. This entry seems very dog themed, you’ll see why.
This summer in Portland has featured blistering and humid heat, rain, and of course, overcast skies. I do my best to try and capture moments that will be gone very fast, whether it’s a person or a pet, an art exhibit that won’t be seen again, the moment before a blind drops in front of a window. Maybe it’s my own way of forcing subtext into the visual somehow.
Here are some recent pics of what I’ve seen and how others have seen me. How I’ve seen myself in one instance.
This was taken on Hawthorne in front of the Fred Meyer at the corner of 39th Ave. I’ll let Monique weigh in on this picture:
Face-down on the sidewalk, still passed out from the night before. Cracks in the sidewalk are the first thing she sees as she wakes, in a puddle of drool. Clumsily, she backs into the pole behind her, which she only now becomes aware of. The feeling that she has been discarded overwhelms her, as she tries to recall how she got here.
If pets could talk, I wonder what this cutie would say. His owner was panhandling on the sidewalk and this dog seemed to be pretty happy and well taken care of. I’m unsure about how I feel with the homeless owning pets.
A ridiculous window display at one of the wanna-be hoity toity bland stores. I don’t think it was Banana Republic, but I could be wrong. I admit that I do have some black sweaters from Banana, but they were acquired for a pittance while thrifting.
A moment with a blind man and woman and their seeing eye dog. What a beautiful German Shepherd. Even though we were at a distance, I was acutely aware of the dog studying my every moment.
This is the mascot for G & H Cycles, easily Portland’s 11th best motorcycle shop. Hey, their words, not mine!
A very busy day, except no one was on the escalators that moment, which was peculiar.
Jack, my Russian blue, enjoying the fineries of Alpine Stars. Stuff on my cat candidate for sure.
I should really get stock in Wyder’s Pear Cider.
A unique glass sculpture, complete with lights, spanning nearly 6 floors. The Nines hotel in downtown Portland is something else.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
I’m in the midst of a unique situation that’s going to cost a lot of money and I know that everyone is tired of hearing me discuss it, so I’ll wait until all is resolved before mentioning it here. Lest I be too cryptic, it’s going to involve moving. Us vs. THEM. They live. In abundance.
Many of my days in the future will be taken up with talking to myself and PowerPoint. Ooh la la.
Shine on,
Lisa
