Seems like a good time to devote a post exclusively to my studies of the semiological underpinnings of Homo Sapiens Portlandialithicus. Mostly because I've found some good (if occasionally perplexing) stuff around town, including a beautiful metal leaf art project wrapped around a telephone pole not far from PSU. And if you're wondering about the second to last shot (it's a dumpster), well, it just seemed like the perfect marriage of bureaucratic perfunctoriness and the kind of art that happens when things get scraped, dinged, and tagged by competing owners.

Fall colors.

Underneath the Broadway Bridge on the west side. It can be spooky down there. I always expect to see a body floating in the water beneath me but yesterday it was just a dead bicycle.