The Holman Building. The renovation itself is indeed well-done, but I was struck most by the massive stone tablets out front: pieces of the exterior wall that were removed (for new windows) and are now silent monoliths against the presence of the lemming-like rush of freeway. I see a juxtapositional statement of inevitable decay in the crumbling edges. Props to artist Linda Wysong.

The gods of Nikon finally returned my camera to me in working order.

Yesterday I rode down the Fremont hill, through what's left of old inner Albina, and down to the Esplanade, to meet my brother for a night of drinking. With the camera. I was late to meet him, of course, and I could tell he was wishing that he'd hijacked the plane that the camera was shipped back on and flown it into the ocean.

The graffiti shots are dedicated to Marcia Dennis and the City of Portland Grafitti Abatement Program's losing battle against the raucous soul of their own city.

Yes, it's true. My camera is out of commission.












Hmmm.