A walk along N. Greenwich Avenue

I usually walk to Laurie and Bert’s house along N. Fenwick Avenue so I can see the Brigadoon House.  But today I ended up on Greenwich Avenue, which could be renamed Infill/Teardown Central.

Here we have a modest-size house, normal for this street. Next to it is an infill 5-unit apartment complex built where a modest-size house used to be.  Next to that is a gargantuan space of many units, built where yet another modest-size house used to be.

From the other direction: two modest-size houses being dwarfed by the new construction next to them and the new construction behind them.  I have less of a problem with the new construction behind them.  It fronts Interstate, is a Head Start combined with affordable apartments and, most importantly HAS PARKING.  Neither of these two new buildings can say that.

Just down the street we see what is replacing a very cute cottage that sold twice since I lived here, the second time to a developer who had bigger plans.

Postcards from Minnesota, Minnesota, and Minnesota


These three are from Sara, whom you might know from the comments section.  She writes me from her Spring Break, which is a week before my Spring Break.  She reports that the boot was a very fun curiosity stop.  Apparently Minnesota has quite a few such stops.

These are two postcards of the Mary, Queen of the Universe Shrine.  Which, even for the Catholics seems like an overstatement.

Sara wonders if I will get all three postcards in one day and I can report that they did arrive all at once.

From my commute.

I’m still waiting for my Poetry Post to appear in front of my house. In the meantime, I enjoy other people’s posts.  I particularly like the style of this one, and the nice bird perched on the edge.  If you would like the full text of the poem, without glare, go here.  This particular post is outside TaborSpace, which is my favorite multi-use space/Presbyterian Church in Portland.

On the way home, my heart sang at the sight of this overly spotty young man being dwarfed by this balloon, clicking through his Rubik’s cube. Just when I’m getting resentful of the time it takes to commute via bus, the universe presents me with something like this and I’m in love with the world again.