Thursday, August 27, 2009
Our four days in Portland were most enjoyable. They began with most of a day spent with the irrepressible Arnie, his husband Blair and the delightful Mason:
They'd planned dinner at an outdoor concert which was a revelation to us easterners--NO BUGS. Not one. For me, the mosquito magnet, it was a pleasure to sit outside in the clear evening air and not dread the onslaught of hundreds of mini-vampires.
Excellent hosts, they'd packed a picnic of little delights, a bottle of wine, and their great good spirits.
Sunday we were meeting friends from Seattle up in the Pearl District. We started at Powell's Books, seen here framed by the sculpture that sits in the traffic island in front of it. We then wandered through the Pearl, a collection of older buildings preserved and converted into lofts, condos, bistros and cafés, newer buildings constructed green (including one that powers four of its residential units by wind turbines on itsw roof), galleries and shops.
This handsome fellow observed the passing scene from a loft in a converted warehouse, now the background for its residents' gardens and front patios. The matching building is reflected in the glass above him.
And this is Gabriel Manca's BONK, purchased more or less (more!) on impulse in the afternoon at the Froelick Gallery. It was only later in the evening when we were winding down our day that I remembered that during our visit to the Classical Chinese Garden, we had all taken our fortunes from a the little numbered doors in a Fortune Chest. Mine had been, "There's a great temptation in store for you. Think clearly." Clearly, I didn't follow the advice but went with my gut feeling.