Structures – Page 40

Yellow sheets and sticky material

I confess that I write the titles of these posts on the fly when uploading pictures. Often when I look at my list of posts to write I have no idea what the title is talking about. But luckily I have the pictures to keep me in line.

Two men (not pictured, though I watched them work during recess duty) are pasting different colored sheets over the yellow material that they stuck up first.

I should probably find someone who is familiar with construction and tell me what is really happening. I’m quite sure I’m not using actual construction terms.

We have a new story. On our block in N. Portland.

The next story has crept across the surface and has appeared in my view from the train.

From this side view it looks like the back side is framed up to its maximum height. There also seems to be some sort of concrete gateway entrance between the two buildings.

PTB & Blue Skies

We* are digging now.

Two trucks rotate through all day long.

*You know “we.” Me, the person who takes a picture every once in a while and at least two very big digging machines, not to mention the people who operate the machines and the trucks and truck drivers who take the dirt away. We’re all working very hard.

PTB Gone

I’ve been away from work for a few days, so haven’t seen a blow-by-blow, but the building that held Powell’s Technical Books is no more.

A loud message.

But perhaps not quite so clear?

This was on the walk to Lowe’s which is not a pretty walk. It’s chock full of speeding cars, little-to-no sidewalks, some careful walking along the edges of mud, various industrial things and then a boring section of seemingly endless parking lot and big box-type stores. It’s a utilitarian walk. So I heard the message on the sign loud and clear, but I was confused by what it was telling me. I was confused enough to stop and ponder. My first question was “My left, or your left?” I think they must have meant my left, so I looked to the left of the sign and saw nothing that looked extremely dangerous, just more parking lot and building. Then I looked to my left and saw the usual, cars driving by, sidewalk.

I finally decided the extreme danger was the steady flow of cars exceeding the 40 mph speed limit in the quest to get to the freeway on-ramp. And I think the people who put up the sign are not the business we see in the picture, but the business across the street. Their customers must pull out of the lot into very fast traffic. The road slopes a bit so visibility might not be very good. With my mystery solved–at least in my mind–I walked on to Lowe’s and purchased my plastic anchors and wandered back home.