Because it was a swirl, I am only aware of clapboard & bricks & vines & trees & wheels. Which way is south & how far is east?
Portland is a place of lines & the bones of a working class, industrial past that ends a little more everyday.
The stores are full of other people's stories- plaid & nylon & mothballs. Industry is a creaking rocking chair, economy of antique scales. Coffee comes with it all. Beer to follow.
- small thoughts on a late plane back to SFO. More coherent writing to follow.
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I have never been to Texas. One day I would like to. Oregon, at least Portland, was great.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured in a few good words a lot of what I love about this place.
ReplyDeleteI am glad it doesn't make me sound like a silly tourist : )
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