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Gratitude and Tragedy
As I mentioned on Facebook, here we are at the end of the world as we have known it. Looking out at heavy toxic air. The fires slowly move closer. Everybody here I know, knows someone who has be...
A More Humane Path? Let's Go There
A group of volunteers from our Parks Department came out on Saturday and roped these cool tree identification signs to a variety of trees over in our local park. I admit I had never heard of an ...
A Civic Sliver of Hope
Yesterday morning about 8:30AM, Labor Day here. Yes, the sky is beautiful, and the trees are turning but what this picture is all about is to the left in the parking lot is the secure ballot dro...
Abounding Gratitude
Most Honorable took this shot yesterday with the big SLR and his favorite new(ish) lens. I got a tighter shot of the door. This is the house we were looking for on the street that no longer exit...
All the World’s a Stage
It is clear I have a thing about homes with towers. Maybe 15 years ago I used to take this bus once a week to a part of town I was unfamiliar with to see a Zen teacher therapist and I would go b...
Confidently In the Wrong Direction
The Crepe Myrtles are blooming. I like the lightness, the delicacy, the light here. After a run of good days, Diego and his sensitive system is having a challenging morning. Another day I am ...
Umm, That Democracy Thing? Yeah
A porch on a house in the neighborhood where the occupant doesn’t get out much taken this morning. Here is what I just sent to my Senator and Congressman in Washington. Thank you and your staff...
Research Assistants!
Just in case there was any confusion about it being the end of summer here… Here is a brief description of what I have found out so far about the beautiful historic mystery house at the end of a...
Working On It
On Sunday Mrs. Sherlock was still feeling a bit fragile and so I walked by myself. (She did stop over briefly with Frieda later to drop off the tomatoes she had picked up for me on one of her bi...
A Narcissist, No Not That One, and Her House
The larger community garden this morning. Mrs. Sherlock rescheduled our planned morning walk to tomorrow because her lower back was talking to her after (perhaps excessive) bike riding and gard...
Near Miss, and A Ways To Go
Here we are turning towards fall. In a few weeks there will be the whole array of fall shots but for now we are in the last dry dry days of summer. For next week’s photo in the Sierra Club Enga...
Incremental Adaptation
On Thursday I went out for a walk around the neighborhood with a cloth mask on by myself to get some exercise of course, but mostly to take some pictures so I would have something new to use in ...
The Circle Draws Near
This fuchsia is in Mrs. Sherlock’s wild and wonderful garden. I finally made it over there yesterday and we had a lovely lunch and chat about history, poetry and current affairs. Mr. Sherlock is...
Not Not Depressed
This is all about the light and the fact that the sunflower in the pandemic overgrown garden at the natural medicine school is the first I have seen this season. The local pumpkins are getting b...
A Clear(ish) Sky and a Science Project
Even in the middle of a pandemic and an unfolding and ever-present constitutional crisis there is still beauty in our world. Mt. Hood from “the hill” behind my place about an hour after sunrise ...
Getting Through, With Weeds
Aster, Cocklebur, Plantain, Goosefoot, Lamb’s Quarters, Pigweed, Amaranth, Saltbush, Russian Thistle… These are all the weeds in local concentration out there. I had an intense allergic response...
Crazy Land
A few blocks away is an urban island that holds the school for the neighborhood built 108 years ago and a few other buildings that house our big university of natural medicine. There are a few o...
We're Good
This is from the Eastside Esplanade last weekend. In spite of what you may be seeing on the news, Portland Oregon is not under siege. Yes we have protestors, and yes the demonstrations against p...
The Upside of Limitations
A house with at least 3 apartments built in 1909 that grabs the attention when one walks by. I haven’t been motivated to write much here lately because, (stating the obvious), life in vulnerabl...
Dick Tracy My Fitbit is Ringing
If you look carefully here, you can see a secret staircase. Mrs. Sherlock and I walked up into the West Hills on Friday. I wanted to show her the French garden, the Castle House, and the burned...
Surreal
From our walk on the other side of town on Saturday. Today we start the requirement to wear masks or face coverings indoors in all public spaces here statewide. I feel for all those frontline f...
In Gratitude, A Close Call
It is hollyhock on the flower clock. This week I was having trouble getting a decent picture in my neighborhood, so I was chuffed yesterday when we went for a walk on the other side of the river...
Dull Moment? I Think Not
The last few days I have been down a rabbit hole trying to figure out what kind of tree this is. I thought they (there are four of them close by) might be walnuts, but they are not…so this leads...
Rolling in the Deep
A wall of jasmine from yesterday. In spite of an alarming increase in Covid-19 cases in the last 10 days or so we are opening into Phase 1 here in my county tomorrow. The Governor says we have e...
Things Out There, Things In Here
Summer comes in wearing galoshes this year. It will clear tonight and be dry for at least four days. This last Sunday I went for a walk with Charity south to our beautiful Willamette Park on t...
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