Pat’s Walking Photos
Today’s Walking Photo: More unexploded armaments in the mean streets of Southwest Portland.

Today’s Walking Photo: More unexploded armaments in the mean streets of Southwest Portland.

Today’s Walking Photo: That nice dark one, at the center of the lower third of this shot? Yeah, that one’s gone now. In mah belly.

Today’s Walking Photo: That nice dark one, at the center of the lower third of this shot? Yeah, that one’s gone now. In mah belly.

Today’s Walking Photo: Yep, that’s some zucchini piled at the base of a banana tree. Fruits and vegetables living together. Welcome to Portland.
[Incidentally, this is the same banana tree that is featured in the very first Walking Photo from September of 2009. Time passages, amirite?!]

Today’s Walking Photo: Yep, that’s some zucchini piled at the base of a banana tree. Fruits and vegetables living together. Welcome to Portland.

[Incidentally, this is the same banana tree that is featured in the very first Walking Photo from September of 2009. Time passages, amirite?!]

Today’s Walking Photo: No walk today because I ended up spending just shy of 24 hours at a client’s site arguing with a ganglion of soulless computers…so I had to pick a photo from a recent outing.
Anyway…I do understand the portmanteau they’re going for here, but somehow “fubbles” just ends up sounding wrong to my ear – like, literally evoking a mistake or screwup. For example, “Wow, for all the time Pat spent here working on the computers, things sure do seem awfully fubbled.”

Today’s Walking Photo: No walk today because I ended up spending just shy of 24 hours at a client’s site arguing with a ganglion of soulless computers…so I had to pick a photo from a recent outing.

Anyway…I do understand the portmanteau they’re going for here, but somehow “fubbles” just ends up sounding wrong to my ear – like, literally evoking a mistake or screwup. For example, “Wow, for all the time Pat spent here working on the computers, things sure do seem awfully fubbled.”

Today’s Walking Photo: Hey, guess what? This…

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…is connected to this

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…which is only, like, 50 feet away and don’t ask me why it’s shrouded in some kind of black plastic ninja outfit. It’s still a fire hydrant. They’re not getting that past me.

So what’s the master plan here? Creating some kind of unholy fire hydrant wormhole to summon forth evil zombie firefighters from another dimension?

Or just, like…checking the…plumbing and whatnot, maybe?

Today’s Walking Photo: This is curious. What you see here is a note enclosed in a Ziploc® bag, wedged into the fuel lid of a parked car. At first I thought it was maybe a personal note from a friend or family member to the car’s owner, or maybe one of those angry “learn how to park, jerk” screeds…but on closer inspection it appears to be an offer to buy or sell (or both?) “motorcycles, scooters, mopeds, motorhomes, trailers, name brand bicycles” and possibly more.
What’s interesting (arguably) is that later today when I was driving through my neighborhood, I saw more of these notes stuffed into the fuel lids of other parked cars. Does this tactic work? Do people call this guy back? Personally, if I were approaching my car and spotted a foreign object lodged near my fuel tank, I don’t think I’d find myself in a very commerce-friendly mood. But hey, that’s just me.

Today’s Walking Photo: This is curious. What you see here is a note enclosed in a Ziploc® bag, wedged into the fuel lid of a parked car. At first I thought it was maybe a personal note from a friend or family member to the car’s owner, or maybe one of those angry “learn how to park, jerk” screeds…but on closer inspection it appears to be an offer to buy or sell (or both?) “motorcycles, scooters, mopeds, motorhomes, trailers, name brand bicycles” and possibly more.

What’s interesting (arguably) is that later today when I was driving through my neighborhood, I saw more of these notes stuffed into the fuel lids of other parked cars. Does this tactic work? Do people call this guy back? Personally, if I were approaching my car and spotted a foreign object lodged near my fuel tank, I don’t think I’d find myself in a very commerce-friendly mood. But hey, that’s just me.

Today’s Walking Photo: Hey, sorry about missing yesterday. I was sick and in no condition to walk, or even post an old photo. It was touching how you guys kicked up a fuss and wondered where I was. (HA!)
Anyhoo. I didn’t really feel like walking today either – I still felt mildly crappy, plus it was raining too. But hey, life is prickly sometimes and it doesn’t seem to care if you don’t feel quite up to doing the stuff you know you should. So I went and it wasn’t that bad, and lo and behold, speaking of prickly, I found this prickly thing. Any botanically-inclined types out there are welcome to tell me just what the hell it is.
The moral of the story is to keep your chin up. Even with all the gloomy black-and-white prickly bits, life is full of joyful, colorful fuzzy things as well. Trust me.
[Addendum: The very interesting Tumblr user intotheurbanwilds was good enough to reblog this post and add the following valuable info: “It’s a sweetgum (Liquidambar styraciflua) ‘gumball.’ Birds love the seeds, and it supports plenty of caterpillars, too. One of my favorite trees.” As to the question of what it’s doing in Oregon, I wouldn’t have known without your input that it isn’t common here! But I guess someone had a notion to plant a dang sweetgum tree in their yard, and apparently it’s done okay here in the soggy Pacific Northwest. Next time I walk past this spot, I’ll have my eyes peeled to find the actual tree. Thank you for your help, intotheurbanwilds!]

Today’s Walking Photo: Hey, sorry about missing yesterday. I was sick and in no condition to walk, or even post an old photo. It was touching how you guys kicked up a fuss and wondered where I was. (HA!)

Anyhoo. I didn’t really feel like walking today either – I still felt mildly crappy, plus it was raining too. But hey, life is prickly sometimes and it doesn’t seem to care if you don’t feel quite up to doing the stuff you know you should. So I went and it wasn’t that bad, and lo and behold, speaking of prickly, I found this prickly thing. Any botanically-inclined types out there are welcome to tell me just what the hell it is.

The moral of the story is to keep your chin up. Even with all the gloomy black-and-white prickly bits, life is full of joyful, colorful fuzzy things as well. Trust me.

[Addendum: The very interesting Tumblr user intotheurbanwilds was good enough to reblog this post and add the following valuable info: “It’s a sweetgum (Liquidambar styraciflua) ‘gumball.’ Birds love the seeds, and it supports plenty of caterpillars, too. One of my favorite trees.” As to the question of what it’s doing in Oregon, I wouldn’t have known without your input that it isn’t common here! But I guess someone had a notion to plant a dang sweetgum tree in their yard, and apparently it’s done okay here in the soggy Pacific Northwest. Next time I walk past this spot, I’ll have my eyes peeled to find the actual tree. Thank you for your help, intotheurbanwilds!]

Today’s Walking Photo: Yes, of course I picked it up.
I mean, I am my father’s son…

Today’s Walking Photo: Yes, of course I picked it up.

I mean, I am my father’s son…

Today’s Walking Photo: Okay, sue me – today’s walking consisted of hauling my gear around for a gig at the Cathedral Park Jazz Festival with Karen Lovely. We got to play in the shadow of the incredibly magnificent St. Johns Bridge in North Portland, for a horde of very appreciative people gathered in a beautiful park on a gorgeous and moderate summer day. This, then, was the striking view from the stage.

Today’s Walking Photo: Okay, sue me – today’s walking consisted of hauling my gear around for a gig at the Cathedral Park Jazz Festival with Karen Lovely. We got to play in the shadow of the incredibly magnificent St. Johns Bridge in North Portland, for a horde of very appreciative people gathered in a beautiful park on a gorgeous and moderate summer day. This, then, was the striking view from the stage.

Today’s Walking Photo: What are the odds? I count six out of six people who weren’t paying attention the day they covered “How To Park On A Hill” in driving school.

Today’s Walking Photo: What are the odds? I count six out of six people who weren’t paying attention the day they covered “How To Park On A Hill” in driving school.