How about those mailboxes? I got a lot of perplexed looks from passersby as I was trying to get the best shot (I didn't). None of them seemed to understand that I was photographing what may be the only abstract expressionist work of art in Portland that resides on the backside of a U.S. Mail receptacle.

Still warm to the touch.

I hate cars.

I may now have enough Broadway Bridge photos to fill a book.

Never gets old (for me).

With all the fear-mongering going on in the local media about public safety on the rails, I thought I'd offer up a few photos (from yesterday) that prove that some deranged Portlanders are insisting on bringing their children along for the ride.

Anyone know braille?

A stunning desolate beauty.

At least, until May.

Last of the batch.