The dilapidated grey house was not far from where we stayed last year and there were people going in and out then. Depressing. Sorry you caught the aggressive energy on the bus, even if not directed at you. Enjoying all the azaleas and rhodies.
Lots of variety in your photos today. The white house fascinates me with its two doors ... one probably leading to an apartment upstairs. The way the windows are set on that side suggests this, but the middle one is a tad too close to the back window on the first floor. That might be one of those funky little nooks in a kitchen or bedroom. And then there's that little protrusion near the back where a water heater or other infrastructure was added on later. That house has to be over a hundred years old and is still housing people. Bravo to its eternal bones!
The configuration of the front doors indicates that it is indeed a up and down duplex. My home in Portland is over 100 years old and in great shape, as are most of the houses in this neighborhood.
I love your sonnets! In one of the previous posts, too. There's something refreshing and reassuring in the structure of a sonnet. The resolution of the last two lines.
Thanks, Helen. I actually added the couplet at the last minute. I love writing in iambic pentameter, not as happy finding rhymes. I don’t like to stretch the ideas to fit the words.
Love seeing the urban decay amidst all of our springtime sunshine and bloom. What a beautiful month we’ve been having. And it was especially sweet to see you at Liz’s event at Powell’s. I wish we’d had more time to connect but I’m glad I got to give you a warm hello. ❤️
Thanks for your writing this week, Fran. I really enjoyed the picture of the urban blight picture (the one with the auto glass that looked like ice). My wife always says that May is the best month in Portland (and Oregon).
I’m glad you liked that photo. I wasn’t going to use it because it was dark and hard to read. I had to lighten it up a lot in the photo editor, which I don’t like to do. My editor, my husband, Robert, encouraged me to use it. He says being hard to read is part of the message.
The dilapidated grey house was not far from where we stayed last year and there were people going in and out then. Depressing. Sorry you caught the aggressive energy on the bus, even if not directed at you. Enjoying all the azaleas and rhodies.
Absolutely love these photos. ❤️💕
Lots of variety in your photos today. The white house fascinates me with its two doors ... one probably leading to an apartment upstairs. The way the windows are set on that side suggests this, but the middle one is a tad too close to the back window on the first floor. That might be one of those funky little nooks in a kitchen or bedroom. And then there's that little protrusion near the back where a water heater or other infrastructure was added on later. That house has to be over a hundred years old and is still housing people. Bravo to its eternal bones!
The configuration of the front doors indicates that it is indeed a up and down duplex. My home in Portland is over 100 years old and in great shape, as are most of the houses in this neighborhood.
Thanks for the shout out! And glad you enjoyed "Iona Iverson's Rules for Commuting." I've been recommending that one quite a bit.
It’s a true Bus Therapy book! I enjoyed it. Thanks for the recommendation.
I love your sonnets! In one of the previous posts, too. There's something refreshing and reassuring in the structure of a sonnet. The resolution of the last two lines.
Thanks, Helen. I actually added the couplet at the last minute. I love writing in iambic pentameter, not as happy finding rhymes. I don’t like to stretch the ideas to fit the words.
I’m mulling the word “phenomenological” ~ I love it!
A fine post, especially the poem about summer.
Love seeing the urban decay amidst all of our springtime sunshine and bloom. What a beautiful month we’ve been having. And it was especially sweet to see you at Liz’s event at Powell’s. I wish we’d had more time to connect but I’m glad I got to give you a warm hello. ❤️
Thanks for your writing this week, Fran. I really enjoyed the picture of the urban blight picture (the one with the auto glass that looked like ice). My wife always says that May is the best month in Portland (and Oregon).
I’m glad you liked that photo. I wasn’t going to use it because it was dark and hard to read. I had to lighten it up a lot in the photo editor, which I don’t like to do. My editor, my husband, Robert, encouraged me to use it. He says being hard to read is part of the message.