I asked one of the grown-ups with her about her native costume and discovered she is Hmong. More photos of her and another lovely girl coming soon.
Woodburn Tulip Farm, Tulip Fest, Woodburn, Oregon, April 22, 2012
We miss all of our family and friends in Jackson, Miss., but Portland's home now.
I asked one of the grown-ups with her about her native costume and discovered she is Hmong. More photos of her and another lovely girl coming soon.
Four steam traction engines fired up one after another at the far end of the tulip field, then one by one rolled into position in a wide aisle among the tulips.
Lovely tulips, glowing in the sunlight. What a precious gift, to be able to see such a sight, out with a friend and with others also in awe of the beauty these blossoms share. I am blessed.
Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm's Tulip Fest, Woodburn, Oregon, Sunday, April 22, 2012
Since the weather was so sunny and warm, I decided to forego the recommended rubber boots and wear my ol' black Crocs instead. So, I was ready for what you see ahead there, the only mud we saw last Sunday.
Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm's Tulip Fest, on April 22, 2012, a splendidly sunny, warm spring day in Woodburn, Oregon. The high temp at Portland International Airport was 82, a new record for that date.
She bent over, picking up tulips which had fallen to the ground, her shiny, silky tresses mirroring the sheen of each tulip's petals.
After a couple of hours immersed in vivid color, my newly-moved-to-Portland-from-Minnesota friend Julie and I turned the wrong way in her little red Kia, at my urging because I misread the Google Map. Serendipity, it turns out because we saw this orchard. And Julie, game gal that she is, agreed to pull off somewhere close and safe so that I could get a photo.
These three caught my attention because they appeared to be taking a break, enjoying the sunshine. Piled around the base of the lamp post, note the backpack, purse, and a jacket which appears to be draped over another backpack. I wonder how far they'd walked when they decided to stop for a while.
Wonder if she's ambidextrous? Wonder where she's gonna light and pick that banjo? Curious over here.
I like the contrast of angles and lines and shapes in this image, all around the walker and on her herself. What do you think?
A view from above, focusing on the public art known as Friendship Circle. Image altered at PicMonkey.
The same view--this time the image is altered at Ipiccy and includes some color manipulation. Makes me think of a 1960s postcard.
A view from river level. Image altered at PicMonkey.
The same view--this time the image is altered at Ipiccy.
Folks and their pets, out enjoying the sunshine. Image altered at PicMonkey.
The same view--this time the image is altered at Ipiccy.
A scene I've missed getting to see up close for the last several years. Bound and determined not to miss it this year, I took advantage of the sunshine on March 24 and walked through Tom McCall Waterfront Park from the Saturday Market all the way to the Steel Bridge. I continued onto the bridge and took this photo looking south. I wish the trees had been in full bloom, but one can't be too picky around here, what with gray skies, rain, and wind impacting the span of time the flowers are actually on the tree limbs.
On August 18, 2011, I stood on the sidewalk with Milton and Kay, totally surprised to see through the plate glass window of a building a couple of blocks from my building the giant pink box which had held a a world-record heavy helping of Voodoo Doughnuts earlier that month. I leaned toward the window and said, "I cannot believe this! Look at this, y'all!" Needless to say, they stopped to look with me and I explained what I had heard on the news about the attempt by Voodoo Doughnuts to break the record for the largest box of doughnuts in the world. And here we stood, looking at it 10 days later! How cool is this serendipity? Way cool.
Ipiccy, cropped, resized, and altered with the effect neon glow, overlay. The base neon color is red, believe it or not. I like what happened with I chose overlay as part of the process!
Ipiccy, cropped, resized, and altered with the effect orton. Sort of made every thing smooth and creamy looking to me. I like this version, too.
SOOC, Ipiccy, cropped and resized only. So, here's the original image, just for you so that you can compare the alterations with it. And it lets you see that the "monster's" arms, head and body are made from vines! His eyes appear to be plastic tubs with the vertical slits either painted on or drawn on with Sharpie markers. His mouth and teeth must be some sort of plastic, too, or else the rain we've had lately would have already turned them to pulp. Day-glow orange is painted around his mouth. The car which looks as if it has come to either worship the monster or give itself up in sacrifice is some sort of Honda.
Enjoy!
If I were of a mind to, I could turn right a few feet past this pink sandwich board sign and enter ...
... this pink, mid-century-looking building where I could buy myself a Voodoo Doughnut. However, to do so would defeat the purpose of walking. I've lived in Northeast Portland since the last week of January, 2011, and have yet to walk over and buy myself a doughnut. Not only do I not actually need a doughnut, I haven't been in there since the last time I stopped by with Mama in the car, to pick up a couple of glazed for her. She loved to stop on the way home from a check-up with one or another of her doctors, most of the time with Lamont as her driver. Sooner or later, I'll go on in and buy my favorite Voodoo Doughnut, the Chocolate cake, a plain cake doughnut with chocolate frosting. Click here to read all about Voodoo Doughnuts, including the expansive and eclectic menu.
Here's what I found on the Voodoo Doughnut's Web site: There are three locations.
This one is #2. Voodoo Doughnut Too
1501 N.E. Davis St. in Portland Oregon, U.S.A.
phone 503.235.2666
MAP
OPEN 24 hours 7 days a week, Cash only, ATMs available
Voodoo Doughnut Too is located where Sandy, Davis and 15th meet.
We are just across the street from Portland's famous Sandy Hut. You can't miss the pink box building!
20,000 square feet of parking, 800 square feet of seating inside. Bubble Hockey too!
P.S. I HATE the new BLOGGER whatever they call it because I cannot get any blank lines to show up between what I consider to be paragraphs. HATE IT! Paragraphs are necessary entities when one is writing. Get real, Google! And I'm quite certain that back whenever it was that they announced this new whatever they call it, I went to their comments or some such and complained up one side and the other about not being able to have a blank line in between what I consider to be paragraphs. Did I hear one word in answer? Nope, not one word. WISE UP, GOOGLE! I've tried indenting what I consider to be paragraphs, leaving an untold number of blank lines on the post as I'm working on it, between sentences to try to force the formation of a paragraph. NOTHING HELPS! RATS, GOOGLE! If I could get this to work, my P.S. would not be jammed up against the rest of this post. Can you notice the bold, italicized section? Every bit of that, copied and pasted from the Web site, was single, short lines, up against the left margin. See what I mean? I HATE the new BLOGGER interface!
Take a close look at the man in the pea green jacket. Tell me what you think first attracted me? The purple van? Yes. The pea green lettering that perfectly matched his jacket? Yes, that was next. And just that quick, I noticed his purple hair that perfectly matched the color of the WineUpTV.com van. That's why you can see his hair, just the side of his face and the back of his neck. His hair blends out of sight into the side of the van.
Here's a link to the Web site where you can visit the Home of the Wizard of Wine . At the link you can watch an episode of WineupTV, hosted by a man with purple hair--I assume it's the same man, but I cannot be sure since I didn't get any closer than the sidewalk where I stopped to take the photo with my iPhone.
Keep Portland weird, that's what I thought as I checked the image on the iPhone and continued on my way.
P.S. I HATE the new BLOGGER whatever they call it because I cannot get any blank lines to show up between what I consider to be paragraphs. HATE IT! Paragraphs are necessary entities when one is writing. Get real, Google! And I'm quite certain that back whenever it was that they announced this new whatever they call it, I went to their comments or some such and complained up one side and the other about not being able to have a blank line in between what I consider to be paragraphs. Did I hear one word in answer? Nope, not one word. WISE UP, GOOGLE! I've tried indenting what I consider to be paragraphs, leaving untold number of blank lines on the post as I'm working on it. NOTHING HELPS! RATS, GOOGLE! If I could get this to work, my P.S. would not be jammed up against the last sentence about taking this photo.
An artifact, not so very old from the looks of it, which I found on a second-floor windowsill in the southernmost, older section of the building.
Cobblestones along the MAX light rail tracks near then PGE Park, now Jeld-Wen Field, of the Portland Timbers, our MLS team. The patrol car you see heading east is the Transit Police, on patrol.
See other Theme Day Cobblestones posts here.