Mr. ‘T’ travels the world. Armed with a sophisticated, lightweight point and shoot, he documents his travels in the tradition of the best travel photographers. By that I mean, when you look at Mr. ‘T’s travel photos, they provoke a profound sense of wanderlust.
Sometimes it makes me jealous. Why am I not disciplined enough to earmark money for travel? Why don’t I go to more beautiful, exotic places? But then Mr. ‘T’ mused, “Someday I’d like to photograph
a bit like I was a tourist.” Portland
That’s when I was reminded that I actually live in a beautiful, exotic place, and the only reason I don’t notice is because I see it every day. So we agreed to meet after work and try to view our city as if we were visitors.
This is what the south portion of downtown
So you’d think that a city called
Pioneer Courthouse square –
’s Living Room. Portland
There’s a bronze sculpture (public art) of a man carrying an umbrella and hailing a taxi in
’s living room. Since the man with the umbrella is as still as a statue, this poorly (puzzlingly?) placed grape is actually relatively safe. On this day, I find the wing-tips the most pleasing part of the sculpture. Having practiced the process of casting bronze, I briefly consider how I would have achieved this degree of realism and reminisce about my teacher’s cast naked chicken. Portland
One of a pair of guardian lions perches before the gate to
Portland’s version of Chinatown.
Powell’s Books is a really big non-virtual bookstore. There are actually books inside that you can pick up and read. Outside is a sculpture that looks like it sprang from the mind of a troubled Dr. Seuss.
This fountain was dedicated to the memory of Stephen Skidmore in 1888 and Henry Weinhard offered to make it flow with free beer (probably for just that first day) but the city incomprehensibly declined.
Reflection of Big Pink in typical
I didn’t know I needed bacon topped maple bars until a colleague brought some to work. The downtown Voodoo Doughnut location is currently closed for remodeling, but it looks like this new sign is ready to go. The last time I tried to buy a doughnut here, I had to run a gauntlet of homeless people who determined, perhaps rightly, that people who shop for decadent doughnuts must have discretionary disposable income. Either that or homeless people like voodoo doughnuts too.
Back at the beginning of 2008,
It always looked to me like Portlandia should be throwing dice.
This sculpture is officially called The Quest.
But the unofficial names seem more accurate:
"Three Groins in a Fountain" (though there are two more figures on the other side)
"The Quest for the Breast"
"Family Night at the YMCA"
I looked at this building and saw a building. Mr. “T” looked at this and noted Escher like qualities. So I took a second look and tried to transcend my slavish devotion to narrative and find a pleasing texture/pattern/design…
…and tried again at the Ira Keller Forecourt Fountain…
…but backslid into a narrative about catharsis by the time I encountered the Thompson Elk statue and fountain.
An iconic Benson Bubbler: Free flowing
Speaking of Bull Run water, here is one of the
open reservoirs that have so far not had any positive Cryptosporidium tests. Mt. Tabor
Sometimes you can get pretty nice views of
same deal as Butte - . A small shield volcano - but this one is situated closer to the Columbia and provides views of the airport, interstate 205 disappearing into Washington, and interstate 84 pointing east toward the Columbia Gorge. Mt. Tabor
There are a lot of scenic waterfalls and hiking trails in the Columbia Gorge and it has proven to be very popular with tourists. Many of these features appear on The Narrative Image’s Hike Directory Page (see the tabs at the top of the page)
But it is also interesting to stop and tour Bonneville Dam to see how we continue to search for the balance between satisfying our need for energy with the obvious need to preserve the very resource we are plundering.
There was evening, and there was morning – another day?