Oregon – Page 26

The Morning Watch

Welcome morning, at long last. I am Ellie, defender in the darkness, champion of the light, she who watches. Let us walk now together into the waiting world.

Bend Towards Justice

An uncaring whiteness can’t obscure the message forever.

I don’t know why they’re saying we’re going to have a week of the hottest temperatures Portland has ever seen. It’s quite lovely outside, cold even, snow blankets the ground and (breaks down sobbing) …

Fading

You fade before my eyes.
You fade beneath my feet.
A smile remains,
cat beside the street.

To My Trans Friends

Stay strong. You are loved.

Snow at a Distance

Boo and I have to enjoy this snow at a distance. Though inches apart Boo was separated from the snow by many degrees as he enjoyed the start of a rare heavy snowstorm from the warmth of one of our picture windows. For me I went out into the snow the next morning when Ellie and I took our walk, but am now separated by time. I can but look back and try to remember the cold and the quiet as we are in the midst of a long dry and hot spell in summer, surely as close to the sun as Boo was to the snow, the snowy night but a distant memory.

Pepper, You’re a Good Pup

My walk home from the train varies a bit depending on how I catch the lights as I pass the busier streets, but sometimes I walk past this mural at the Davita Dialysis treatment center in our neighborhood, part of the MIKE program for underserved youth. It always makes me happy to see Pepper smiling so, that’s one happy pup. I wish more buildings had murals, it’s a little bright spot on the way home.

Nothing Cold Can Stay

Winter ice can make a mess of things on my commute, or for an elderly pup who wants to go on a walk, but it also made for a lovely moment as the ice began to melt over a bed of moss in our garden.

Spring Comes to Irvington

Easter arrives at Augustana Lutheran Church with a wreath of flowers on its cross and a tree in flower behind. Augustana is a neighborhood church, snuggled in at the corner of 15th Avenue and Knott Street between the homes of Irvington. Homes such as the one below, a short walk from the church, taken a few minutes later as Ellie and I made our way back home. There is much I love about this old Portland neighborhood, from the walkability to the old trees to the variety in the landscaping and the homes. And especially what you don’t see in the pictures but I see in my mind when I look at them, the faithful pup beside.

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