This is the wood and metal structure that straddles the creek as it plunges into a culvert that will take it to the river. Its purpose is to comb out any storm debris and keep it out of the underground system, to keep it from getting plugged up.
The rack is falling apart. They've repaired it several times since I've lived here, but it's reached the end of its rope. They're going to tear it down and replace it in June.
At long long last, the Portland urban sketchers met in person, there being enough of us fully vaccinated (mostly the old farts, but the youngsters are hot on our heels) to feel safe out in the world.
We met on the esplanade, and, seeing that the Hawthorne Bridge was closed to auto traffic, I took the opportunity of planting my butt on the sidewalk and dangling my feet on the road bed and did a one-point perspective of the bridge, taking care not to drop a pen or pencil through the mesh and into the drink.
