Tag: Irvington
Fall Colors
Red, yellow, brown, orange, these are the colors of fall. I’ll include the picture below as well, a sidewalk paved with gold, in case you prefer your fall colors a little less silly.
A Warning or a Welcome?
The Bird Van of Irvington
The fiercely guarded door of the Rigsketball van.
The Door I Walk Past
We’ve lived in Portland for fifteen years and for most of that time I’ve walked past this door every day on my way to work. Except I can promise you I’ve never walked past this door, at least not until a few days ago when it caught my eye. I’ll grant you I’m not the most observant person, but even so I know I haven’t walked past this door. And I haven’t. I found a picture online from last summer that showed the graffiti wasn’t present then, it was a beige door in a brown building, tucked in a little cubbyhole between businesses on Broadway, the door I had walked past for so many years. I made a point to photograph it as soon as I could as it will soon be dark in the mornings, and who knows, maybe beige and brown too.
This Game of Thrones Reboot Is Looking Pretty Sweet
My Heart
One of my favorite portraits of the pup, taken as the sun set and a day or two before the snow finally melted.
If You See Something, Share Something
While there are multiple homes in the neighborhood that post poetry, this one has a glass enclosure for anyone in the neighborhood to place something to share. On this day of record-breaking heat in early September, someone had placed a lost hat on top. Or perhaps a deliberately discarded hat, given the record-breaking heat.
Metroglyph
I found this petroglyph in our old, urban neighborhood and wondered if a kindred spirit once roamed these lands.
I Didn’t Mean It as a Challenge, Pup
“It’s about the journey, not the destination, unless the destination is Steve’s house as he gives out treats.”
Ellie
After the hottest August ever recorded, and the hottest start to September ever recorded, the heat finally broke and we’ve had lovely temperatures this weekend (and even a little bit of rain last night). It was in the mid 60’s yesterday when Ellie and I took our morning walk, I was pleased to see that she wanted to go further south than what has become normal this summer. She wanted to turn around a few blocks before Steve’s house, which I was also pleased to see as when she is worn out her footwork gets a little sloppy and I don’t want her to hurt herself. She was panting heavily once we got back home and it took a while for her breathing to return to normal, but she then took a well-deserved nap for the rest of the morning and afternoon.
It was in the low 60’s this morning on our walk, and just two days after I said I wasn’t sure she’d ever see Steve again, she was up for a walk to his house even after spending some time in the dog park. Sadly he wasn’t out but she did her normal inspection of his front yard, trying her best to summon the treat giver. She was up for an hour and fifteen minute walk (!) — she even asked for an extra walk around the block before going in the house — so after plenty of fresh water she again slept off the late morning and early afternoon, snoring quietly on her dog bed while the cats and I watched football.
You amaze me in so many ways, pup, what a blessing you are.
Boolie 