Monday’s Meander: On My Way to Farmer’s Market with Happy Arrival

Sometimes on the way to somewhere else, you find views that entertain, inspire or bemuse. That’s easy when walking any city. Portland is a curious mix of old and new. I take my time getting to the a fantastic Farmer’s Market each Saturday on the pretty grounds of Portland State University. For quite awhile now I have sure missed going there, though apparently it’s managed to remain open. But Marc and I haven’t been keen on inserting ourselves into crowded masses–thousands traditionally visit weekly. (We do occasionally enjoy the small local famers market in Lake Oswego) For now, I visit via the multitude of photo files covering many years. Maybe in later fall I will venture there once more.

I offer shots of buildings and scenes as I walk many streets on the way to market. Like any city, Portland is full of historic and contemporary architecture to ogle. And there has been a great deal of change and tremendous development–some of it unique, beautiful–since I arrived in 1992. Many churches, for example, have been repurposed, and keep their place proudly alongside soaring business or housing complexes. Three are seen in part here. I always pause and consider their history, wondering why many are for lease…how it came to be over the decades. But there is always something of more current design or another sort of visual interest along the way!

But there is much more than old churches. The market offers color and fun. (Though there are so many that perhaps it’s be good to shoot only those structures for their own post!)

When I finally get to the Farmer’s Market, I’m stuffed with random images and inspiration– here you go!

There is a touch of nostalgia here: the ease with which people not so long ago moved and breathed and mingled is delightful to note, a reminder that life has been very good over the years in many ways, with decent options and simple pleasures. I can only hope it will get better again, and remind myself of this though the daily news brings gloom. Being an engaged part of our complicated world provides such gifts, rich moments to share. I will keep discovering, appreciating, and posting them here.

Wednesday’s Words: A Pause for Change

A pause for President Joseph R. Biden and Vice President Kamala D. Harris.

May they be a stronger, nobler bridge leading from the past, through this present to our future USA.

I am fortified by beacons and voices of hope, by justice and compassion.

Vacation views of San Diego in 2018 for my 68th birthday. May we do our best to stay well so as to work better, play and share joy and roam as we choose– one day, not so far off.

Monday’s Meanders: Portland’s Loved City Center…

First the pandemic hit Portland as it has everywhere (though less heavily-so far-than many big cities). Over the past few days nationwide protests over the death of George Floyd of Minneapolis have occurred in many major cities and in Portland. Curfews are again in place. It is a time of even increased sadness, anger and anxieties. This blog is not about current events or politics but I have intense feelings accompanying my thoughts about the current state of it all. However, I do write about and post photos of the metropolitan area. Today I need to offer photos that reflect more peaceful, happy spring and summer days. It is an energetic, creative, open-armed city that I have known and loved most of my adult life….I hope it stays this way, but can at some point heal and become even better.

Monday’s Meander: A Pittock Mansion Christmas and Moving Onward

Still haven’t meandered much since my car accident, but that will change once more, in time. I’ve opted to share old (2012) photos of Portland’s gracious Pittock Mansion dressed up for the holidays. Apologies if they seem too familiar. One does what one finds expedient some days….

Good news: I have another set of wheels at last minute after a trying month, and am grateful I could do that. Better news: my neck pain should improve with more help. Best news: my state of mind is set more on half full rather than half-empty after much prayer seeking insight and fortitude, stern self-talk, rest, greater acceptance of self and others, kindly support and many good walks.

But I haven’t forgotten about the heart of the Season, nor to keep an eye out for goodness and beauty. I’ve felt blessed with life-giving moments: a dear and very ill friend hospitalized for pneumonia is safely recovering; my son made not one, but two lovely meals for us in the past two weeks (plus we had a great time hanging out); a daughter from SC has stayed in touch daily and sent us a bushel of gifts; our twin grand-babies have delighted at every turn, as ever. Other adult kids always offer an encouraging word with check-in and hugs. And Marc has been a great partner dealing with me as not my best self.

Speaking of which: may we keep praying and working for peace in our neighborhood, our own abodes, our countries, in a beleaguered world we call our greater human home and worry about because we love it and need it to keep on turning… We can be activists in diverse ways but I hope we will act out of compassion, not react from fear or anger; may we honor one another as fellow travelers along each smooth or rocky path traversed.

I will be back in a week, right after our little getaway in Seattle–hopefully to share fresh words and pictures!

Monday’s Meanders: My City Center/Portland

A late summer view of lovely Director’s Park

I had a week-end comprised of a great variety of experiences, from hiking at a state park to picking fresh veggies and fruits at the huge city farmers market to visiting Portland’s Children’s Museum with our 5 mo. old twin grand-babies to introduce them to more sensory doorways to enjoying a good dinner at our local Dullagan’s Restaurant and Pub. So how to choose one good time? A number of photos were taken in city center so that decided it. We haven’t meandered around downtown in a few months, since moving to the southwestern part of metro Portland. It was refreshing and invigorating–the sounds and smells, trashy spots amid changing architectural scenes, the great array of humanity. I just snapped away, so happy was I to be out and about.–I love our city! Enjoy a few of my views.

The Farmers’ Market has grown quite vast, so there is not excuse fro coming away without a satchel full of delicious fresh food. It sprawls between several Portland State University’s campus buildings in the park blocks, under the shelter of great trees. The scents,. the tastes, the lovely setting–it is one of Marc’s and my favorite places to spend a Saturday morning–and to choose lunch from various food stalls.

Part of the wonderful Portland Art Museum

The last picture above and the one below show parts of Pioneer Square, nicknamed Portland’s “living room”. Pole come to hang hang out and eat, play chess, attend events that span the annual Christmas tree lighting to ethnic festivals to concerts to political rallies to summer outdoor movies.

Change is occurring at a rapid pace here, as people arrive in large numbers, looking for the Portland way of life and many job opportunities. It is an entrepreneurial city, as well, and many new businesses can succeed here. That is a good thing. But those of us who have been around decades or a lifetime feel the pinch as traffic worsens and housing becomes denser and very expensive. Homelessness is on the rise; more people means more social and lifestyle challenges. But you cannot stop change. We will always love the long tradition of invigorating, creative energy that fuels ongoing metamorphosis of our home city.