Found in industrial SE Portland on a wall along the railroad tracks.
Showing posts with label graffiti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graffiti. Show all posts
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Continuing the break from fun with Milton and Kay, quirky seen on the way to work
Monday through Friday for several months now I've been walking part way to work, about a mile. Sometimes I listen to the oldies on a Sansa player that Milton had his son-in-law load with 493 songs from 229 artists, from a total of 99 albums. Sometimes I listen to my iPhone. Sometimes I stop and get it out of my backpack so that I can take a photo. Sometimes I take a photo with my iPhone. Like these three I took on Sept. 7.
First, the wide-eyed, cross-eyed look, up close and personal. Had me grinning from the moment I spied it. Notice that faint light shining on the white square to the left of the eyes?
Next, a wide-shot that I like a whole lot. I think it's the various rectangles combined with the eyes and the mouth and the tongue that made me want to take the photo.
As I stood in the street taking the previous photo, my peripheral vision picked up the rapidly increasing sunshine, so I had to take this one, too. Certainly matches the lyric, "Here comes the sun."
First, the wide-eyed, cross-eyed look, up close and personal. Had me grinning from the moment I spied it. Notice that faint light shining on the white square to the left of the eyes?
Next, a wide-shot that I like a whole lot. I think it's the various rectangles combined with the eyes and the mouth and the tongue that made me want to take the photo.
As I stood in the street taking the previous photo, my peripheral vision picked up the rapidly increasing sunshine, so I had to take this one, too. Certainly matches the lyric, "Here comes the sun."
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
September 3, 2008 - ABC Wednesday - G is for Graffiti Ghost
At this time, in this space, you unlock the door of ABC Wednesday, in the key of G. When you do, you enter another dimension, the Construction Zone, where things are not what they seem, where light and shadow combine, where graffiti ghosts peer through doorways. I am there for you at the edge of that zone, to document things and ideas. "Nee nee nee nee nee nee nee nee." (Think "Twilight Zone" theme song.)
Photo One shows the ghost as I first saw it, coming out of the doorway, trailing light behind itself as it flew westward.
Quickly I stepped to the east and snapped again, framing the ghost within the chain link fence that served to keep all at bay who might choose to invade the it's personal space. Would I make that choice? Not on your life. I know better than to enter the Construction Zone without a hard hat on my head.
Look closely through the doorway. Is that a second ghost, forming near that crack in the back wall? Remain in the Construction Zone, if you choose, and live with the consequences.
Photo One shows the ghost as I first saw it, coming out of the doorway, trailing light behind itself as it flew westward.
Quickly I stepped to the east and snapped again, framing the ghost within the chain link fence that served to keep all at bay who might choose to invade the it's personal space. Would I make that choice? Not on your life. I know better than to enter the Construction Zone without a hard hat on my head.
Look closely through the doorway. Is that a second ghost, forming near that crack in the back wall? Remain in the Construction Zone, if you choose, and live with the consequences.
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