Day 143

For reasons that may have something to do with my recent birthday, the photos that are ending up in my class project all have something to do with decay, disorder, the sagging and peeling that come with age, and, most of all, neglect.

Day 142-Seagull Park (not really)

On Maryland Street in North Portland, about a block from Killingsworth, is a little park where I sometimes walk Henry before I get my hair cut. A lady in the neighborhood (a rather unpopular lady, I might add) feeds seagulls in the park, and this is the second time I've seen her. The first time, just as I was getting out of the car, a hawk swooped in and grabbed one of the seagulls. Very exciting; I skipped Henry's walk.

The reason she is not popular in the neighborhood is because the seagulls like to perch on the roofs of houses across the street from the park. It's like a scene straight out of "The Birds." Apparently, nothing eats through your roof faster than seagull poo. Who knew?

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Day 140

I worked at home today, and this was the view from my office window.

Day 139

There was a smidge of snow in the valley today, but you had to look hard for it.

Day 138

This looks so harmless. And yet, it inflicts such misery.

Day 137