Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Images from a Morning Walk in Portland

I was desperate for coffee this morning. I am a squatter at my sister and brothr-in-law's this week as I take a much needed mommy vacation for some alone time.

Anyway, I was left alone with a French press and no clue how to use it. I decided to take a three block walk to Madrona Hill, a locally owned coffee joint with French pastries. Yum.

My walk was solitary, soulful, and awakening. I had time and the presence of mind to take note (and photos) of the colors and patterns made by rocks, branches, and fence slats. Grey sky intensifying the color so much more here than at home.

I noticed how the textures of pillow-like green moss and the spindly leaveless branches of a lavender plant played against each other.

I am sad that I don't take the time for "noticing" walks at home. I am so busy tending to/refereeing kids that I easily forget to enjoy the things around me. But oh how grateful I am when I DO stop to notice.

I attached a few photos from my walk. Hope you enjoy.

More on the most enjoyable experience later.

The maker's mark filled with moss meant to record the company's creation but ends up also recording Portland's history.

A rut in a dirt drive way.  The colors stand out so vividly that I almost forget its mud.

I love landscape structures like stairs, fences, and grates. This was an atypical style for the neighborhood. 



The intersection of four textures or colors. So interesting how this configuration wasn't planned but just happened by chance.

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