13 June 2021

Bridge Day #3: The Golden Gate Bridge From 2009

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The following not a picture I took, but one that my spouse, the Brown Eyed Girl, took back in 2009, and is one I wish I took ... not because I can take it any better, but because I was not in San Francisco with her. I have used it hence without permission from her, yet.

The Golden Gate Bridge should need no further introduction. And this is a fine, fine picture of it.


I did take one liberty, and that's playing with the color saturation. I upped it, and it looked like one of those pictures you see on postcards with the saturated color, and I found it so charming that I had to roll with it. It was taken, as said before, by my spouse, who was in California for a few days helping a beloved friend relocate to Modest "O".

San Francisco is such a romantic city to me. I care not for bucket lists, but as far as I have one, visiting San Francisco with my love is on it.

Bridge Day #2: The Fremont Bridge

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Bridge number two of Bridge Day is one of the ones built during my lifetime. As a matter of fact, I got to watch it on TV ... had to, I'd say. I was living in Silverton at the time.

The Fremont Bridge was the final link in the inner city freeway loop that is formed by I-5 and I-405. It is a tied-arch bridge, and made news because the center of the span was fabricated in California, assembled just downriver on Swan Island, and barged from Swan Island to the worksite, where it was hoisted into place using 32 giant hydraulic jacks. 

They telecast the beginning of the lift early one evening in March 1973. I don't know how long it took but the allotted program time wasn't near enough long, I'm certain.

A schoolkid at the time, I made numerous drawings on looseleaf. It became something of an obsession.


It's almost 400 feet up to the top of that arc from the river. It also has a nest of peregrine falcons.

Bridge Day #1: The Broadway Bridge

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Today is Bridge Day for no other reason than I had three bridge pictures to post.

We at The ZehnKatzen Times do not plan on making this a repeating thing, although I live in a city that has bridges and I adore them, they'll sneak in here from time to time.

None of them are pierless, I'm afraid.

From last week, then, a bridge I don't have so many pictures of: the Broadway Bridge. It's a Rall-type bascule (Rall after the man who devised this particular method, and bascule meaning drawbridge with a leaf or two leaves as the draw span) that was built in 1913. It connects Broadway on the east to Broadway on the west, and that precedence is important because Broadway, in Portland, was born on the east side and only became a west side street after this bridge connected it to Seventh Street North and the name was extended. 

Until the Great Renaming, it was known as Broadway south of Burnside, Broadway North north of Burnside, and East Broadway east of the Willamette.


The connection, which completes a stringing of Broadway through four of the city's now-six address areas, makes a most unique route of Broadway, technically both a Street (east of the river) and an Avenue (west of the river). As I understand it, though, the correct rubric is simply Broadway, no Ave or St, though there are some older blades on the east side that may still say NE Broadway St, and are being superseded by the new-look street blade design.

The design of the lift mechanism makes for some slow bridge lifts. Multnomah County's page on the Rall design cites it as the slowest lift of all the bridges, with average lift times of ten minutes.

Having been caught on the Broadway during some of those lifts, I can confirm. It takes forever. If you have to be somewhere and time is tight, use another bridge, if you can.

You'll thank me later for this advice, I'm sure.

12 June 2021

Big Pink From The West End Of The Burnside Bridge

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This is a picture that I've taken before and perhaps have even posted versions of before here. This is coming off the Burnside Bridge, effectively over Naito Parkway, so we're about 5 blocks east of Big Pink, approximately only 1/4 mile.


Our skyscraper now dwarfs the surrounds, well exceeding the visual weight of the West Hills just beyond. The coloring that gives it its nickname stands out a little better. Its importance to the Portland skyline is obvious now.

It stands at the north end of Portland's historic downtown core, and, as such, has a lot of older Portland buildings around it, unlike the Wells Fargo tower about three-quarters of a mile south along the same street, which is surrounded by a waist-high forest of newer towers. Big Pink stands out more. 

And coming down into downtown down the gradual slope of the west end of the Burnside Bridge is also a fun feeling. I never tire of it.

That's the third part of the triptych, and thank you for following me downtown. Maybe soon we'll make this trek back to Powells, as we used to do so regularly. Things need to heal up a bit more, though, I guess.

Big Pink from East 32nd Avenue

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This is the view of our objective from where 32nd crosses East Burnside, the eastern gateway to the Laurelhurst neighborhood.

Between the last photo and this, The Burn flattened out from 60th until 47th. At 47th, the road dips and goes into the grove of trees that are a trademark of shady, leafy Laurelhurst, and the Burnside does a little bit of a sway. It straightens out quickly after it crosses César E Chávez, and being at the brow of another slope provides another bit of advantageous topography.


I really hate that car in front of us. Spoilt an otherwise perfect shot. But there it is, hail Eris. Visible also in front of Big Pink there is the newly-built 5MLK building, at the corner of SE Grand and The Burn, which looks immediately adjacent due to foreshortening but is actually on the same side of the Willamette as we are at this point.

Next photo closes the rest of this gap.


Big Pink from East 60th Avenue

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One thing I have never gotten tired of, having come through life from Silverton to Salem to Portland, is the sight of skyscrapers.

I absolutely love them. Besotted, you might say.

And one of the best things about them is the advancing view one gets from a distance. They seem truly majestic. 

Case in point.

I give you the USBancorp tower here in Portland, At 532 feet in height and 42 stories, it's the second-tallest building in Portland (and, thus, Oregon). Its footprint is that of a parallellogram, the west and east fronts being parallel with SW 5th and 6th Avenues and the north and south fronts with West Burnside. It respects its geography. Since Burnside runs a straight line between the east side and west, and the terrain is advantageous in more than one spot west of the shoulder of Mount Tabor, you get to see it get closer and closer as you do.

This, for starters, is the view down East Burnside from its intersection with E. 60th Avenue*

Straight ahead and on the left is our quarry. The color of the building itself has lent the name Big Pink to it, and since USBancorp really isn't much there anymore, it's a better name to call it, anyway.

This was lensed at about three miles out from ground zero (20 blocks to the mile). The next photo will about halve that.

* Since the directional changes at Burnside, there has, in my personal writings, been a convention to use both directionals, e.g. NE/SE 60th, but I've never liked the awkwardness of it. A convention has developed to simplify it to, in this case, "E 60th Ave", and this is one that TriMet has used for its MAX stations along Burnside for years, and it has a schematic simplicity to it as well as harkens back to when numbered streets east of the Willamette were simply referred to, south of the Burn, as "E", so I too will be adopting it from henceforth. This will be in references to intersections with E Burnside only.

11 June 2021

Storm Tossed A Blanket over Wy'east

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Rain's coming this weekend, they say. Then warm and sun. But first, Oregon rain ... the real stuff.

Wy'east anticipates.


 The clouds on the right hand side give The Mountain almost a Tahoma-like chest. The thin window in the cloud deck on the left, letting a great shaft of light illuminate the north slopes, is unique an memoralbe.

10 June 2021

News Lane, Seattle, 2010

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Another thing that leapt to the fore as I was reviewing (and, it must be said, pining a bit) over the photos I took in Seattle in 2010 on me and the Brown Eyed Girl's 20th marriage anniversary.

I was, of course, out for interesting street names and signage. That should go without saying by now but it ups my logorrheic quotient so here I am for you.

Here, in August of 2010, was a sign that struck my fancy on more than one level.

This was taken at, as near as I can determine, where News Lane crosses Pike Street. The named alley (that's all it is really) runs between 1st an 2nd Avenues. It's quite close to the famous Public Market. 

Any connection to any news, organization or otherwise, had left the Lane long ago. While the old P-I building is in the area, that might have been a coincidence, for all I knew. Or know.

Here's an angle on the street itself, looking south from Pike:


I could have a fugitive-drama or hard-boiled story set here. I'm getting heavy Harry In Your Pocket vibes. I'm charmed by the toy-camera fade out on the margins, which is a thing of mystery because I took this with the legendary ViviCam 3705, which wasn't that sophisticated.

This is a view looking north.


The only question on my mind about this photo is which cross street I was at when I took it. The angle on the building at the far end of the way indicates it's at Stewart Street, where the grid pivots to follow the bay short, and with only about block's distance, this should be at Pine Street. I also recall begnning to be very tired from walking all over Seattle's downtown, enjoying the views, but in terribly inappropriate shoes. An additional block, even going from Pike to Pine, would have been intimidating at that point. Yet the visual information leaves me no other reasonable alternative to assume.

We're planning on seeing the Oregon Coast later this year and making up for the fact that our 30th anniversary came during a pandemic year with about a dozen other centrifugal forces messing everything up. But do I want to be with her in Seattle at least one more time? Yes, Yes I do.

Current searches of the area on Google Street View show no evidence of the blade, though it is still noted as such on Google Maps.

09 June 2021

Another Sort of Portland Loo

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Some years ago, the City engineered a public bathroom solution called the "Portland Loo" which is a built thing and can be seen across the city in some parks and in the Old Town area of inner NW Portland.

There is, though, another sort of Portland loo, and it's much more portable.


It's much more forthright about the reason it's there, too.

IMSO, this City has stumbled on a number of issues over the last several years. This, however, is not one of them. This is a positive public good and extraordinarily humane, and, sometimes, just the thing you need when you need it.

Dark Rays of Light Through Overcast

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Taken yesterday morning, in NE Portland, near the airport. The impression I had was of sunlight filtering through clouds but there was something very dark about the light that day.


It's kind of a just-on-the-level-of-visible thing. The cloud cover is certainly gorgeous.

08 June 2021

Where The Elite Meet And Greet On The River

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They say Portland's gotten expensive.

Well, look at what gathers on the riverbank these days. Pretty soon, you'll have to earn six figures just to camp out in the park.

Tilikum Crossing: Bridge of the People, meet Big Ol' Yachts: Marina of the Rich People.


How The West Was Won On South Harbor Place

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More color at Riverplace. A bit of Western colonization myth.

Just after you leave Harbor Drive on S Montgomery St there, immediately, is a short frontage street called (unsurprisingly) S Harbor Pl. Turn right on that and go to the cul-de-sac at the end, and look left. 

A cartoon mural. Yippie-ki-yi-yay, if you follow.


It looks all Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, with a dash of ELO's "Wild West Hero" thrown in, and laid out in a comic book. 

Equally topical is the tent, but for different reasons.

United Colors of Riverplace

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When we were at Riverplace a couple of weeks back, I saw that someone had a great deal of fun with colored chalk on the pavers.

I found it delightful.


We'd wondered where the colors came from, then we noticed the almost-kiosk-sized coffee bar immediately to the right of this, it's on maps as Pájaro, and it was hard to tell if it was closed due to reduced hours or pandemic-defunct, but the colored chalk was in there.

It's Not Really That Bad Out Here, I Don't Care What The Sign Says

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Just south of SE Washington St, adjacent to Mall 205, the very short couplet that is SE 102nd Ave/SE 103rd Dr merge to form a short diagonal road called SE Cherry Blossom Drive with connections to SE 112th Avenue, Portland Adventist Hospital, SE Market Street and a range of places south, east, and west of there.

I put this in front of you because I noted, on my commute home, that the back of the sign has been creatively edited.


I have a number of issues, here.

The least of which is that the area this opens up into, a little, beige, bland, banal Portland neighborhood called Mill Park (which is my home: I'm a perfect fit!) is about as far away from Hell as can be. It would be, at best, the Gateway to Heck, or maybe the Gateway to Darn, the Portal to Shucky-Darns, or the Access to The Place Where They Ask You About Your Car's Extended Warranty.

Not really a fair cop here.

Another question that comes to mind is that this is actually the side of the sign that thanks you for coming, which really raises the question of whether or not Hell has revoked its formerly one-way policy and is now promoting package tours to make a few extra bucks.

It is that kind of age, after all. And things have gotten tough; after all, just before we out here settled the question of how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, Fabric Depot up and went out of business on us.

05 June 2021

Towers of the South Waterfront

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Portland's newest "neighborhood" from a vantage point across the Willamette River.


In the 2000's, someone looked at a lot of low-lying, old industrial land along the river and thought You know what would be nifty here? A sterile residential district with cold, monolithic towers featuring architecture that wouldn't be out of place anywhere. That's Portland!

And they got their wish. So inspiring!

A View of the Portland Harbor From Mock's Crest, 2009

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About twelve years ago, me and the Brown Eyed Girl were enjoying a mid-summer day on the lip of the bluff that is crowned by the University of Portland - a summit known as Mock's Crest.

It's almost a perfect semicircle. It can be pretty easily identified if you find North Willamette Blvd west of North Greeley Avenue; it clings to most, but not all, of the cliff's top. The remainder is the UP property.

It offers a wonderful view of Mock's Bottom and the lagoon that, at one time, was the man channel of the Willamette River back wen Swan Island was still an island and, not coincidentally, part of Swan Island itself. 


The picturesque sweep of Portland from many angles is what makes me come back to this sort of space again and again and again.

The water is the Swan Island Lagoon and the opposite bank is the north side of the Swan Island peninsula. The Island has gone through many changes; originally a true island, with the main river channel on the north side, it was levelled and graded and connected to the bank with fill and became Portland's airport during the 2nd quarter of the 20th Century. An ill-starred thing, this, as a mere few year after going into operation, aircraft needed landing strips that were bigger and longer than it could provide. The international airport moved out to the northeast side of town, along the Columbia, and Swan Island became Portland's industrial and marine terminal heart. 

In the distance, the Fremont Bridge and downtown Portland, about four miles away from this POV, complete the tableau. An incomparable profile.

04 June 2021

The Inside Of The Midland Library, Fourteen Months On

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This is a view of the Midland Branch that I was beginning to despair ever of seeing again, looking down the middle of the building as though we were going to find seats at the back and sit in for a few hours.

We didn't get to stay long, and it wasn't nearly enough, but it felt good. Staff dispersal wasn't complete, and we're happy to see a few familiar faces there. Some pieces of our heart have gone on to other branches, or chose to retire, but the pandemic has been a real society-quake, rattling things to the four corners. I guess we'll have to come to terms.

Just before Covid went full-tilt boogie, there was a re-arranging going on here which was scheduled to conclude just as the world went into lockdown. Largely, though, it appears to have been in the children's section; the shelves line the building in the same way, and the computer stations, though not yet in use, are in the same places. 

It took a little poking around to find books of my interest but not much. 

There were tables in the back area, where we usually sat, but they're spread out a little more and not in business yet for those of us who might want to linger long; areas of the interior are corded off. It all feels a work in progress still.

But if this is all possible, could a return to relative normality be so impossibly far off now? I'm certainly hoping it's so. 

More on this story as it develops.
 

Seattle From The Space Needle, August 2010

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I accidentally took a detour into a certain folder for reasons only my psyche knows right now. 

It's August 2010, and me and the Brown Eyed Girl were in Seattle. It was our 20th wedding anniversary. It was the kind of adventure that we have far too infrequently, and we wanted to do something similar for last year - our 30th - but last year was shit on more than one level, for the world and for us personally.

But then, in August 2010, the world was still pretty bright and shiny, and she wanted, amongst other things, to show me what it was like travelling to Seattle on rail, something she did as a child to see relatives. And, me, well, I've always been kind of fond of Seattle ... well, as much as a Portland chauvinist can be.

The old ViviCam 3705, in all its 3.2 MPx glory, recorded some stuff. Ought to go back with the camera I have now, we ought. Hell, we ought to just go back. I owe her that much.

This is the ol' Plastic Fantastic recording a much-recorded view: downtown Seattle, dusk encroaching, Tahoma/Mt Rainier dominating the horizon in that dominating way it dominates. It's a brute of a mountain, broad-shouldered, blunt, and massive where Wy'east is delicately drawn and modestly-positioned. I will say I prefer my home volcano, but Tahoma is certainly nothing to scoff at (as is true with its potential lahars)


Seattle is an improbable city to me. Skyscrapers that are much too tall stand rocksolid on downtown hills that are far too steep to hold them, but somehow they do; a massive city on a narrow neck of land. To this simple provincial, it's a place that's bewildering as it is pretty.

I'd like to go back and visit again. We have a deferred celebration to think of.

03 June 2021

A Welcome-Back From The Mighty Mighty Midland Branch of the Multnomah County Library

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Evolution toward a post-pandemic level of open society continues. The Multnomah County Library system has initiated what the call Stage One Reopening.

In April of 2020 we were habituating the Gresham branch due to Mighty Mighty Midland's temporary closure due to a bit of rearranging and re-doing of the interior. Just as that temporary closure was set to expire, the Covid-19 pandemic roared in ... and all library branches were physically closed, indefinitely. 

That was fourteen months ago. And, since then, MultCoLib has gone through some evolutions of its own: the ending of overdue fines (we approve), the institution of a contactless hold pickup protocol (we also approve), and the shuffling about and reduction of staff (we do not approve and are still sorting out our feelings about this). 

However. On 2 June, 2021, Stage One reopening in in effect. For the first time, in over a year, we could go in to the library, our heart we love so fondly. Stage One, for what its worth, is basically this: a limited number of people can be in the building at a time (at this time, Midland's limited to an occupancy of less than ten), and you can browse for up to thirty minutes, or stay up to an hour if you want to use tech, such as Wi-Fi or the branch's Chromebooks (the computer stations are not in service as of yet).

I have some more pix, which I'll share in a subsequent episode. But, for now, enjoy this banner, and the heartstrings, it tugs upon them.


The banner is sincere. The feeling is decidedly mutual. 

01 June 2021

NE 122nd Avenue Looking North on a December Morning in 2017

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Dredging through some old pictures, I found this one.


My favorite street in the world, E 122nd Avenue (NE 122nd, in this case) looking north from the pedestrian overpass just north of San Rafael St, near the ECR recycling yard. 8 Dec 2017, 7:35 AM (I just love EXIF data, don't you?). 

A particularly delicately tinted morning. I don't remember anything else about it.

It's All Fun And Games Until The Kaiju Show Up

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Never doubt the power of Godzilla to hold your place in line and to negotiate payment of the meal bill with the cashier at the burger joint.


Fortunately, the crew at Cruiser's Cafe was pretty cool about it all. Kaiju or human, you still get great, local fast food there. Seriously. Their crinkle-cut fries are flawless.

A Legacy of Ross Island Sand and Gravel

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This is an ready-mix concrete facility that has apparently recently or is now in the act of behing retired. Part of the Ross Island Sand and Gravel constellation in the area along the Willamette and between the river and SE McLoughlin Blvd.

The facility gate appears to be at the corner of SE 4th and Ivon, and the interesting thing abut the place is how neat and tidy ... well, for a cement plant, anyway ... it seems to be for being in the state it seems to be. A coat of spray-paint tags, some quite skillful, is well in evidence but it doesn't seem to be a mess outside of that.

A look at Google Street View, last one is 2009, shows the facility without tags. In the intervening 12 years, RISAG have largely wound up operations; the iconic lot on SE Mcloughlin just north of Holgate Blvd, where a dedicated crew used to wash all the mixer trucks each night and line them up with laser-precision for use next work day (wish I had gotten pictures of that, that was something special) is now empty of said trucks and Dr. Pamplin, the owner of the company, has moved into media to lose his money that way.

The Ross of Ross Island

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In the Willamette River about two miles south of downtown Portland is a place where the river widens to about 4/5ths of a mile across, and in this widening is a bit of land that looks like a lobster's claw. 

It is what remains of two islands that were mined TF out over a period of years by the Ross Island Sand and Gravel Company, an era which finally ended about five years ago. This horseshoe, the left half of it, is what remains of Ross Island, named for an early colonial settler.

At the east end of its namesake bridge, there is a plaque installed that tells you about him. 


The island on the left, Hardtack Island, could be named because its position might cause boats passing the islands on the east to turn really decisively, but I prefer to imaging that Sherry Ross liked hardtack a lot. 

Hey, he got to and from his property by boat. It could have happened!

31 May 2021

When You Bring Your Graffiti "B" Game

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This, on the west side of the MJ dispensary at the east end of the Ross Island Bridge, is about the most half-assed graffiti I've ever seen.


It's like Dilbert cosplaying Bart Simpson, or Bart Simpson cosplaying Dilbert, or what happens if you order Bart Simpson from Wish.

And 'Eat Pant'? What even is that even supposed to even be?

Pal, this is Portland. Up your game or don't bother.

30 May 2021

Tilikum Crossing, In Passing, From the West

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This is a view of Tilikum Crossing from the seat of a car travelling northbound on Moody Avenue, just south of the intersection where all the transit traffic comes and goes from it.


It's quite a beautiful bridge, and that's actually a change of mind for me. I love the way the cable-stayed design makes it look like a suspension bridge. At first, I wasn't that big a fan, but that was then. 

They're going to try to build a new Interstate Bridge, while I'm woolgathering about it all, and I hope they take some inspiration from this, amongst other things. Columbia River Crossing 1.0 was going to be a dreary, boring thing. A bridge in that spot, linking Portland and Vancouver, should be a majestic, impressive thing. 

Maybe a suspension bridge? I can hope.

The Lilypads of River Place

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A couple of weeks back I mentioned the flower gardens just off the end of Montgomery Street in RiverPlace and here's a picture I took which charmed me. 

One feature of the landscaping is an arrangement of small square pools, and these pools have lilypads.

Water lilies are one of those things which signify the Greater World to me. I didn't see anything like that during my growing time in Silverton, but I get out here, and they're everywhere I want to find them.

I do adore water lilies. Especially when someone else gets to care for them.

Going Down The Inside Lane At The Hawthorne Bridge

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It's that sort of adventure, you know the kind, where you feel all risky but all you have to do is operate on an ordinary level of care and you're gonna be okay. 

The Hawthorne Bridge, the southernmost of the major bridges connecting Portland City Center West to Portland City Center East, is a four-lane truss bridge, with two lanes outside the truss and two lanes inside the truss. It's a steel deck with no shoulders - you break down, there's literally no place to pull over. But the inner lanes have something that the outer lanes do not, namely, a lane of traffic coming your way with nothing between you and that lane.

So it seems rather dangerous. 

 

But you know it's going to be okay, because you're a conscientious driver. It's that other schmo you gotta worry about.

You know ... the one coming at you. 

Zidell Marine: The Last Of The Industrial South Waterfront

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Once upon a time there was no such a thing as escalating property values in a place we today call the South Waterfront, and instead of glittery if-you-have-to-ask-you-can't-afford-it shi-shi condo towers, there were things like this you see pictured hence.

 

Zidell Marine Company (ZMC as can be seen on the crane above) built barges. And, from the ways just south of the west end of the Ross Island Bridge, launched a great many of the ones that ply the waters of the American West Coast.

During the early 1990s, the Brown Eyed Girl and myself lived in an apartment just on the other side of the river from this, on SE 8th Avenue near Rhine, and we were in love with the urban sounds. McLoughlin Blvd, in the mornings, as the traffic was winding up for rush hour (which was more like just an hour back then) sounded like a rushing stream. And we could hear barges being launched from there in the middle of the night: a long horn, a brief moment of quiet, then a rather authoritative splash.

Now, it's the last corner of authentic industrial activity in the zu teuer South Waterfront area, and even now it's actually in an afterlife. Zidell Marine built its last barge in 2017, so that crane, the factory, and the property they're on are just awaiting its next life - undoubtedly as something for those somebodys who already have everything and talk in terms of leases and condos and e-vehicles and the like.

29 May 2021

The Johan Poulsen House at 130

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I've mentioned this house before but I've never had my own image of it. Thanks to last Wednesday, I've several. 

 

This is the Johan Poulsen House, built in 1891 by the namesake timber baron. In the year 2021, it's 130 years old. It could be Portland's most visible example of the Queen Anne style (BITD I called it Victorian, which I believe now is incorrect to say), and in as much as it's prominently positioned on McLoughlin just south of the east end of the Ross Island Bridge, it's downright impossible to ignore. 

Not that you'd want to ignore it; it's quite a lovely sight. Back in '16, it went up for sale and was acquired by a local media production company and why not, what a signature place for something like that, but they only held it form '17 to '19. It is apparently on the market again.

Back when it originally was for sale, I fantasized:

... a signature landmark with nearly 5,000 square feet of living space, and enough bedrooms that you can move your salon in. Which is exactly what I'd do. I'd take me, The Wife™, our felines, and a few friends who deserve to be admired and we'd all go there and be awesome together. Hell, I'd research the dimensions of the Algonquin Round Table, have a replica made, have it put in the room with the best view (it sits on the nose of a bluff overlooking the east end of the Ross Island Bridge and with nearly unobstructed exposure to downtown Portland and most of the inner east side, I mean, imagine the views!) and we'd just be brilliant together.

... and I'd still do it, I'll tell you. I'm awesome enough to carry it off, and I'd be adorable at it. 

Just need that money and fame (the right kind). I mean, I'm here available for it, and I'm absolutely certain I could handle the wealth and fame. 

In a world where some kid got famous for mumbling catch me outside, how about that? there ought to be room for me to be profitably brilliant. 

Luuit/Mt St Helens Over SE Portland

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Wy'east wasn't the only volcano out that day, last Wednesday; Luuit made a showing too. Due to the nacre-like sky and the muddled light that the high overcast attenuated, I had to do a little push-me-pull-you in GIMP to make any detail come out.

We're going into another droughty summer, but the peaks still have the lovely snow upon.

Grand Avenue Extreme Closeup!

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Zooming with my point'n'shoot Canon PowerShot is fun. 

The current tool is the PowerShot S230 SX. That SX on the end means 'super zoom', and it does the trick: at the end of the zoom, which goes from optical to digital zoom, I get a 56x magnification. Now, I've always admired telephoto pictures, the way they make things look much closer than they are and create a new world based on a point of perspective. I can't exactly do that, but if I choose my POV and perspective just-so and then zoom the hell in, I get a nice effect in-camera. 

I did it to the shot of the viaduct when I realized I was looking straight down SE Grand Avenue, and here's what I got:

 

Now, Grand Avenue isn't known for its hills ... but there, it looks like a street in San Francisco. And it kind of tells a different story.

28 May 2021

Looking Down The McLoughlin Viaduct

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This is a view northward from the part of the Ross Island Bridge that goes over SE McLoughlin Blvd.This viaduct has a bit of history.


The viaduct as it stands is only around 15 years old. It replaces one which existed there for decades and was something of a roller-coaster ride, because the low spot it goes over, where SE Division Place and the SPRR mainline, is one of the legendary places where Portland leveled the ground with fill and, as such, was imperceptibly moving in the general direction of the Willamette River. By the time the 2000s came along this was enough to make of it a wiggly, serpentine trip. 

The new viaduct is a has lovely art deco touches. Those pyramidal pylons are the past's idea of the future, angular yet graceful and poetic on a subliminal level. I dig its personality.

The lanes on the north bound, the right, side devolve into Grand Avenue, which can be seen dwindling into the increasingly-inaccurately named Central Eastside Industrial District. The ones on the left receive outbound traffic going south from SE Martin Luther King Jr Blvd. 

The highway itself dates back about a century.

Something Went Down at 138th And Division Wednesday Evening ...

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... but whatever it was it involved the westbound #2-Division TriMet bus and required six cop cars to quell.


The photo was taken from the corner of 136th and Division, outside of the magnificent Cruisers Cafe. 

It was peaceful, whatever it was. Soon after this, the group dissipated with no shots fired or mayhem of any kind. No FlashAlert, so we still don't know what happened here, but it ended peacefully, so we hope for the best.

Transit drivers have had it particularly hard and stressful during the Pandemic Year, so we hold faith for them.

Signs to Wonders

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Well, maybe not stupendous wonders. But they're the background of my life, these place names. I find poetry in the way they scan.


This sign gantry surmounts the east end of the Ross Island Bridge. a quick offramp puts you on the road to Oregon City and eventually Salem, and the straight way puts you on the road to Wy'east. This would have been near the beginning of what we would have called the Mount Hood Freeway, except that Neil Goldschmidt and the freeway revolt happened and we have MAX and whatnot now.

The Perfectly-Named Moving And Storage Company Doesn't Ex ...

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Well, it does now, I guess.

... spotted in the lot of a long-time moving outfit at SE 7th and Woodword. Would I recommend them? LFINO. Last time we moved across town, George W Bush was in office and we did it ourselves (mur-der, let me just tell you).

Would I recommend us? Hell to the no.

A Rather Unusual Street Blade-Woodward and SE 6th

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This is a set of street blades that've been here for a while, as evidence by the obvious weathering.

 

This is, for sake of reference, one street north of the east end of the Ross Island Bridge and one block east of SE McLoughlin Blvd.

The oddities are manifest. The flat sheet metal of the signs; the rounded rectangle serving as a border, and the ordinal suffix on the number 6 being as large as the number. 

What really gets the attention is the specific; this is not SE 6th St, but SE 6th Av. But the CoP put it up, god knows how many years ago, and since it's in a forgettable corner of town, it pretty much remains. But then, we've seen evidence that whoever posts street blades for the CoP does kind of a sloppy job of it betimes. 


27 May 2021

As Though I Were Behind The Dairy Curtain

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The main plant for Darigold, a dairy co-ooperative that sells dairy products all over the western USA, is located just north of the east end of the Ross Island Bridge here in Portland. It's a factory and office complex located generally between SE 6th and 8th Avenues and north of Woodward Street, constructed during the 50s or maybe 60s with details that look mid-20th Century.

There's a sign on the top that, when the support was lit, with red neon, made it like a landmark beacon coming home in the middle of the night when we lived in the Brooklyn neighborhood.



The Sentinel Over Powell Blvd

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Opportunities to spot Wy'east vary all over Portland. The great peak is visible in many areas, not at all in some thanks to terrain and tree cover, and sometimes, it plays peek-a-boo.

It does the peek-a-boo act along the stretch of SE Powell Blvd just at the east end of the Ross Island Bridge. But this produces a sort of invigorating challenge; deciding on just the zoom and the parts of the tree-covered east side to use to nuance the visual impact of the mountain on what is in front of it.


As typical, the juxtaposition of the human-inflected landscape against the ancient volcanic cone produces a visual tension I just cannot resist.

Downtown Portland From The Ross Island Bridge, Then and Now

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In this posting on the 17th I shared a photo I took in April 2010 of downtown Portland from the vantage point of the east end of the Ross Island Bridge, and it struck me how amazing it was to see it without the Tilikum Crossing Bridge there. I figured it was past time to get an updated picture of this, to document the change.

This has been done. And here is the result.


This day it was warm, in the upper 60s, and the high overcast was nacre-like, in contrast to the gray low-overcast of the 2010 pic. It diffused the light a great deal and I was not able to get contrast on many of the buildings that I wanted. But the difference is pretty striking, I think.

I mean, that new bridge there. 

In a book very close to my heart, Ursula K LeGuin's The Lathe of Heaven, the main character, George Orr is described as living in a Portland that, instead of going the way we did, doubled and tripled down on the growth, had become a moribund city of millions with subways and innumerable bridges across the Willamette. We, as I said, didn't go quite that way, but the multiplying ways to get across the river make me think of the picture of the Portland-yet-to-come that she drew. 

I mean, what a difference 11 years makes. This was just in 11 years, there seems to have been more change and more change more faster than in the thirty years previous. Nearly asymptotic, really.

25 May 2021

A Childhood Summed Up In Two Desktop Toys

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VW's when they still said "flower power" and not "overbred car for the wealthy".

Star Trek before it was cool.


I mean, I'm sure there's some sort of perspective thread between the reality of these two things and my current edgy combination of despair and hope that fills my head pretty much all the time, but right now, I'm just enjoying the bittersweet irony of it all.

The Signs Of The Times In Parkrose, Part 2

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This sign is just a bit down the block, south, toward Prescott on NE 99th. There's no other valid comment I think than yes, the times are such that a statement, on a side street, is entirely relevant and pertinent to the way things are going in America, and in Oregon, and in the Pacific Northwest right now. 


I will say this about that (since I'm a white man I don't have to be allowed to prattle on, I just do it): back when I was a teen, I saw trends in media and society that gave me hope that (at first, I was a child) we would end various -isms, racism, sexism, by the time I was an adult. Then I modified it to allow that maybe the way we were going we wouldn't end it but we'd take it down a hell of a lot.

And it's 2021, and look at what we elected last term, and look at what his followers are still doing. 

Wasn't I a fool?

The Signs Of The Times In Parkrose, Part 1

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I found this bit of prime foolishness nailed to a telephone pole adjacent to the La Mota on NE 99th in Parkrose. People are just too unwise somtimes.

Eat your landlord? Portlander, please. The wealthy are higher up the food chain than we proles are, and that's where the toxins concentrate.

Don't eat your landlord.

Compost your landlord.

I'll repeat this until you people start to listen. Because I am the nice one.


This Is How Chill We Are In The Pacific Northwest

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The Pacific Northwest has a reputation for being chill AF. Even our Type "A"s are more like Type "B-pluses". The only thing that really keeps us from being mistaken for Canadian provinces is it's too obvious oftimes that "Northwest Nice" is thinly-veiled passive-agression.

But we are pretty chill, overall. Prove it? How chill exactly?

Well, dig, if you will, this picture.


Not so much of the maryjane quickshop, of which there seem mysteriously to be more than there are even of people partaking and multiplying by the day. This is on NE 99th Avenue in Parkrose, and it's not so much the shop by what you can see beyond the beyond that black iron fence.

Those are grave monuments. That there's a necropolis, my frens, a city of the dead. A cemetery. And some of us PNWers just swan on over to the pot shop and buy an ounce or an eighth or a lid or a potholder or whatever they're calling 'em these days, and cast a glance at a cemetery next door and it's like no big deal.

If that isn't max chill, I don't know what is.

The Portland Immigrant Of The Year Plaque Is A Little Out Of Date

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Just pointing this out, not making any judgements. 

In the low retaining wall in front of The Portland Immigrant, there's a few polished granite slabs inset with the title of the work, credits as to who supported it, and, on the far right of this, a part where the Portland Immigrant Of the Year is listed. Here it is.


I imagine the social, political, and pandemical climate of the last three years has made keeping the tradition a bit problematical because, for whatever reason, there are three years that need names.

Notably, 2013's was Sho Dozono, who is a prominent Japanese-American businessman who is famous for owning Azumano Travel and ran for mayor in 2008, losing to Sam Adams, and 2016's was Som Subedi, who is familiar to anyone on Portland Facebook as a fairly fierce advocate for immigrants in the social media sphere.

The Portland Immigrant at Sandy and Killingsworth

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It's kind of an inauspicious place to be honored.You can't really pull over to admire this monument.

At the west end of Parkrose's business district, that busy place where NE Killingsworth (or NE Lombard, this time next year) terminates at Sandy Blvd, and where NE Sandy Blvd ceases its diagonal climb out of the Portland's core to align with the historic route of the Columbia River Highway, where traffic to and from I-205 throngs day and night, and where the only neighbors are two hotels and a cemetery, there's a traffic island where the flow parts to go every which way, and there is a landscaped terrace on this island which functions as a plinth of sorts, and on it, a weary-looking fellow casts a tired gaze on the Best Western Pony Soldier Inn.

The Portland Immigrant gazes at the Pony Soldier Inn,
Sandy Blvd dwindling into the background

The Portland Immigrant means to remind of all of us the vitality and spark that those who come from other countries and parts of the world bring to the blend of people and dreams that try to coalesce to form Portland, and that they may come here as weary travellers but with energetic dreams they too want to make real.

The surroundings, as I said, don't lend ones' self the opportunity to pull over and look. Where Sandy Blvd cruises through Parkrose also happens to be the place, once, where most people who came to Portland entered town; at one time, this was Portland's northeast corner, and US 30 the main road into town. There's no real place to pull over to enjoy this spot so, in a certain sort of cosmic sarcasm, motorists tend to race past, not really paying the monument much mind, unconsciously mirroring some of American society's poorer attitudes about the role immigrants play.  

Still he remains, just waiting for you to see him and what he means. It's your move, my friend. 

24 May 2021

The Garden At South Waterfront

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There is a lovely park just off the circle where Montgomery becomes River Drive in the Riverplace nabe; it has lilyponds and colorful flowers and all sorts of botanical niceness.

It makes for great photographs of irises with this great freeway bridge in the background, I'll tell you that much.

I've got a couple of others to share in episodes to follw.

You Can Get There From Here

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This is the big ol' sign on the Marquam Bridge which, if you're travelling northbound on I-5, tells you where you can take it, pal.


It's a good and actually useful piece of trivia to know that the exit tying I-5 and I-84 together is at I-5 MP 300. That makes it quick work to figure how far and how long: the first exit into Salem, at Chemawa Rd at the edge of Keizer, is at exit 260, which means a little less than an hour south. The last Oregon exit on I-5, exit 308, is less than ten minutes north, except during rush hour, when it's an hour and an half. 

And California is 300 miles away, backthataway. 

One destination cited is The Dalles. The Dalles is one of just a handful of towns in the USA that begin with "The", amongst them, The Woodlands, TX; The Village, OK; The Plains, VA; and The Hell Did I End Up Here, NV. 

I may have made one of these up.

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23 May 2021

The Metropolis Down Moody Street

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A view northbound, on SW Moody, past the light at the entry (no private cars!) to Tilikum Crossing kind of compacts the urban history of Portland into visual layers.


The tall tower in the far background, the Wells Fargo tower, is Old Portland, surmounted by freeways, next stage, then transit, rails in the street, then newer development, the OHSU buildings there on the right, and lastly the modern, the entry to the Tilikum Crossing there on the right, closest up.

This ... is the city.