Do you see the eye? A bird head in this one. Reaching hands. Smiling dog-head. Other people, I am given to understand, go to the beach and look at the ocean. I do that too. But I cannot resist the … Keep reading
Category Archives: Photos
Recently sighted
Sidewalk chalk enhances a bit of Central Library‘s exterior: The art below is on display at The Observatory; unfortunately I didn’t spot the artist’s name, but if anyone knows, please to comment. The detail that appears to be a hair … Keep reading
Sighted
From the ground up, in my neighborhood.
Textures, geometry
The first is between a couple of restaurants in northeast Portland, the latter three are all from the exterior of a former elementary school, closed due to asbestos and mold.
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Because I haven’t done one of these here for a while, and it’s Friday: Geometry. Genuine Parts. Not actually trompe l‘oeil, but. Witness the faith evidenced by leaving the Lord to watch over your ladder, water, hazard cone and — I … Keep reading
The Carnival
Last month I was fortunate to visit the Musée Mechanique (warning: plays music when you click). It is an experience I definitely recommend. My favorite thing was the Carnival. These photos do not capture the actual motion, which is kind of the … Keep reading
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Photo post: briefly rural, mostly urban.
There was a whole ring of them. No fairies in evidence, alas. Someone’s shed makes a sweet contrasting background. I can’t read everything in her hair. I definitely see broke. Really insistent directions require six fingers. The phrase, the little … Keep reading
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So rad. Hadn’t seen one of these in a while. He is part of a herd. Wall.
Sighted in Seattle
In lieu of words
There are words elsewhere. Inside a Scrivener folder, to be precise. And they’re accumulating, although not as fast as I’d like. But when has that ever not been true?
Read your fortune here
Years ago I retrieved this from the curb. It’s the least practical object I own. I keep it in the yard, the house being somewhat lacking in surfaces on which to display a large hunk of rusting metal. I especially … Keep reading
Existential questions
The street asks these things.
Process
I’m indebted to the artist who put this up in my neighborhood. The gritted teeth, the grim expression — it’s like that, yeah. You want your writing to process, like with Pomp and Circumstance and fancy outfits. But sometimes what … Keep reading
Colors, shapes
Almost compass roses: Hypothesis: food coloring does not harm goldfish. At least one hopes that’s the case. My previous photo post mysteriously vanished, so here are these, too: Sometimes the view just looks like a comics panel: Reflected clouds: A … Keep reading
Sighted
Skelemermaid. Cool bird affirms your coolness. Best restaurant sign ever. And now…gnomes. I could not stop taking pictures of this setup. Clearly a labor of love.
Sighted
In various locales at various times, lately.
Message from the street
A Valentine sighted in the wild
A fine sentiment for any day, really.
Lunch break bus tour: Lodekka
I’ve been loving Laini Taylor’s recent photo-rich posts — writers who are also artists have an unfair advantage! ;) — and this one about a Portland neighborhood ramble inspired me to document what I did on my lunch break today. … Keep reading
Desk, set
Whether or not I travel for the holidays, the end brings a jet-lag, new-time-zone feeling. It’s also a little like moving, since we tend to reconfigure the house significantly to accommodate festivity. My writing desk, for instance, was deployed as a … Keep reading
The Usual Undisclosed Location
My online access is sporadic this week. So here is a sunset: Taken in a parking lot. There are a lot of parking lots in the Usual Undisclosed Location. If you are celebrating soon, enjoy it.
Lasting but a brief time
Because I haven’t done a photo post in a while, a few sights from a recent neighborhood walk. Note that the junction box (I think that’s what that is) is being used as an altar.
Costume.
Blonde hairspray, Walgreens. (Boy did it smell foul.) Trenchcoat, Steve’s. Short-sleeved button-down and sweater vest, estate sale. Snowy, née Ike from Dear Mrs. LaRue, Goodwill. Coloring doctored with an entire bottle of Krylon flat white spray paint, Hankins Hardware. Not … Keep reading
NY day seven: A Grumpy writing date, red dot Greenlight, and some Gibsonian episodes
Friday began with another long ride on the G, followed by an awkward interval of attempting to navigate to Cafe Grumpy Greenpoint via my phone’s GPS while simultaneously holding an umbrella that kept blowing inside out. But I managed to … Keep reading