First of all, thanks again to Eleonore for that delightful garden visit and the dramatic story that unfolded as she introduced us to it. I'm so pleased with the Garden Series -- when I proposed it, I wasn't sure that I'd find readers willing to open their garden gates for us, but Wendy, Ali, and Eleonore were so gracious, so generous, and I've another offer now for a future post. . . .So the series will continue!
Because I was on a blog break last week in Portland, Oregon, I didn't take as many pictures as I might usually. Last year's visit (scroll down past the top post to see the 2016 entries tagged "Portland") garnered many more photos, and I know I walked further afield then, but despite spending a good part of my idea enjoying the blessed quiet of our hotel room (such a contrast from the construction noise here at home!) -- knitting and reading and writing -- my cameraphone and I did snap a few impressions.
The architecture, of course, which I love about Portland. So much ornamentation of brick and stone and concrete, and the way it all interacted, last week, with a gorgeous cerulean September sky.
Tom Hardy's Running Horses, which you can see in the top photograph. I posted several other views of the same sculpture on Instagram.
Wallace Fountains. Portland has its Benson Bubblers -- candelabra-shaped fountains at which four can sip simultaneously, thus obviating line-ups -- so-called in honour of Simon Benson, the Portland businessman who commissioned and paid for them in 1912, some 40 years after Englishman Richard Wallace started installing his eponymous fountains throughout the City of Light.
I should have taken another photo of this one when I crossed the street, got closer so that you could see the trompe l'oeil /bas relief effect of the historic scene rendered on the side of this building. But I took this picture before I crossed the street to pick up Pater's glasses, forgotten at Higgins restaurant the night before. And when I came out with them, minutes later, I must have had the phone tucked away and not felt like pulling it out again to play tourist. But if you go . . . .(and by the way Higgins is a great place for dinner. We ended up going back a second time.)
This mural . . . I'm still not sure, but it's at least arresting. Is that a tail? Of what? And who is that fellow whose bust emerges below and to the left of the tail . . .
Here, it's the "ghost sign" advertising Home Furnishings, but also the clean, sturdy functionality of the brick building, its fire escape descending geometrically on the left, but also the strong orange graphic at the sidewalk level. . .
And a few blocks away, thinking about whether or not to go back and buy the shoes I'd tried on, I spotted more orange graphics -- lettering again, more creative inspiration, this time in words by artist Bruce Nauman, "The True Artist Is an Amazingly Luminous Fountain" I love everything about this, the colours of background and text, the font, and the way that precise, sharp lettering contrasts the gritty, industrial patina of the wood and concrete below -- those stairs. . . .
photo I posted on Instagram.) . . .
Oh, and yes, I did go back for the shoes, after doing some math about the price differential above and below the border, and calculating whether that compensated for the horrendous exchange rate between our two dollars. . . . and whether the 7.5 would be a better fit than the 8, and whether these were really the shoe that would be my go-to for most occasions over the fall and winter. . . . Shall I show them to you soon as well?
If you've hung in this far, you might be chuckling about my statement above that I didn't take many photos of Portland because I was on a blogging break. I know, I'm a bit bemused as well. . . .