Here is a view of the sky I experienced walking across the Burnside Bridge.
Yoshi has adopted this really dopey expression when he anticipates catching caps.
As Promised
Tag: I expect your father has been reading Dante
Joy, As it Were
On Sunday, C and I went to the Portland Art Museum to see (amongst other things) Three Studies of Lucian Freud. It’s very nice, although obviously it suffers somewhat by the inevitable comparison to its subject.
Later in the evening I read Freud’s Wikipedia article, which is really quite remarkable. I had, heretofore, imagined Freud having a more philosophical approach to the beauty of apparently-hideous reality, so I have actually sort of been wrestling with this new information a bit. Not at all what I got from the work itself.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but Oui Presse on Hawthorne is my current favorite coffee and languishing spot. They also make really sublime cookies and coffee cake.
The latter is, sadly, less photogenic than the former.
A now-inevitable evening sky. These have just been so great.
Clouds are the New Trains
I guess this has been going on for a while. I mean, I haven’t lived by a rail yard in like four years now.
Collections
More amazing bleak sky:
Some jolly trailers for contrast:
Cat on the keyboard:
Like a Fever, or a Daydream
The sky has been pretty intense lately. Here’s how it was just before things started going dim today.
These are from earlier in the week when it looked a bit like the end of the world.
