i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
10:11 AM: neverwhere
i check portland ground daily. on today's post capturing the interstitial between highway 205 & 84, the picture is nice but the poetry is better:
There ought to be a law against taking a picture like this, one hand on the wheel, one hand holding the camera, view through my windshield... But if I hadn't done it this once, where else in the world would you have found a picture of this nothing place, between other places, and the sky that was above it on a November weekend? This day is gone now, this moment has vanished. This is all there is of it. So risks must sometimes be taken.
sven & i have a fondness for "unplaces," and i'm glad to see others do, too. :)
[update mar29: the owner of portland ground wrote to say, "Thank you for your sweet comment on my post.... someone complained just today about that freeway picture, in comparison to other prettier ones... and it really is a very poor picture... I was thinking of taking it down.... but then just now I saw your comment. I'm so glad you knew what I meant. The picture will stay. Not every picture has to be picture perfect. Sometimes "nothing much" matters too! Hell, that's the whole philosophy of portland ground, in a way." i still don't think it is a bad picture: i think it captures a sense of space & scope that's unusual to see in portland, sort of the way the fremont bridge makes me feel.]
A dude named John Brownlow, who is a screenwriter by trade, takes these types of pictures routinely.