Every beginning starts at another beginning’s end.
Wake me in the spring
In 1909 a Portland businessman commissioned a statue. It was to commemorate the elk herds that would come to graze in the downtown area.
After the killing of George Floyd over six weeks ago, downtown has become a progressively violent and unsafe space.
Attacking the Multnomah County Justice Center became a favorite target. Only after there were no more windows to shatter or stores to loot. Windows were breached and fires were lit inside in an attempt to burn it down even though the building was still occupied by employees and prisoners.
Now, the Portland Police have been ordered to stand down and forbidden from using non-lethal crowd control methods. The City Council has disowned the police. The District Attorney just declined to prosecute 59 arrestees. Almost all charged with felony arson.
Downtown Portland continues to devolve into a burned out urban war zone. The message of thousands of peaceful protesters has been lost amid the continued violence. Jerry Nadler called Antifa “imaginary”. Perhaps Mr. Nadler would like to take a stroll in downtown Portland this evening?
Note: I have used a mix of personal images, images from the OregonLive reports and from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous for fear of retribution from Antifa.
We’re all talking about it. We all have got a list. It’s going to happen. Just not soon enough. I can tell you where I’m going.
Clouds. Rain. Blustery winds. Winter in the Pacific Northwest can be grey and chill. One of the surprising aspects of winter here is the resident hummingbirds that do not migrate. So, while the sky is heavy and low with tumult, there comes a splash of color.
Walking and hiking in the Pacific Northwest can be exhilarating, breathtaking and definitely refreshing.
Whether you take the straight and narrow
Or the long and winding road
It’s a time to walk with your eyes up to the beauty of the season or you may miss the woodpecker smorgasbord
And if you’re lucky, you’ll come across a rare sight for November in this neck of the woods
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.
We all have those big cities near us that provide the requisite amount of hub and bub to our lives. It’s almost impossible to avoid. The traffic. The crowds. The noise.
Some of us are lucky enough to have a solution to all that. Driving 15 minutes in almost any direction from the city center will find another frame of mind. You’ll find yourself in the land of Small Town USA.
A place where small shops still advertise with small signs above the sidewalk. Where quirky, not weird, is alive and well.
Where quirky, not weird, is alive and well.
A town where you can get a sidewalk hot dog, cross the street to wash it down with a beer at the pub then get something sweet at the panaderia.
For dinner there’s always the Indian Fusion place next door.
These towns are so much more that the storefronts and little traffic. It’s people walking and saying “Hi!”. It’s the small theaters. It’s the old, weathered brick and heavy wooden doors.
It’s a place that still feels good about a father and daughter dance. Or signs reminding you to make your reservation for the American Legion Crab Feed.
If that big city is a triple shot, caff, half caff, extra hot, no foam, soy latte existence then these small oases are the comfort food towns we all need to visit. If to do nothing more than take a deep breath and recharge.
“It’s a new generation now
…and God said he shall call upon the youth to be strong.”
~ Bob Marley