Panel discussion

Waiting for the eclipse...

I trudged up to Pittock Mansion through Hillside, only getting lost once, and found a crowd already gathered.  I sat down under a tree to wait, and, while waiting, started sketching everyone else, waiting.

I hadn't bothered to get eclipse glasses, planning on going old-school, and letting the tree I was sitting under be my pinhole projector, throwing hundreds of images of the sun on the ground.

But the absolute best projections were the ones on the Wildwood Trail as I started down it.

Congregation Beth Israel

This month's sketchcrawl was to Beth Israel in NW.


I found a spot where I could sit in the shade and do the tower over one of the entrances.


And then got up and walked around, to unkink.  And, turning around, found a line of intent sketchers modeling for me.

WiT Summer Soiree

Storm recovery - final chapter

The newly poured sidewalk passed the city's inspection.  So, over the weekend, a worker came by to break apart the forms and cart off the debris, along with all of the yellow tape and orange cones.

After he'd left I reinstalled the watering bag and filled it up.  (I'd spent a month watering the tree with a leaky bucket, to keep the workmen from tripping over, or puncturing, the bag.)  The crepe myrtle seems to have survived the upheaval.

And on the other side, the persimmon is fat and happy.  As in, it's got fruit.  One blossom fell off, but I've got four little green persimmons growing.

Union Station

An impromptu outing, in honor of the symposium going on in Chicago.

Union Station from the other side of the pedestrian bridge, and the bridge itself.

Inside the station - part of the line waiting to board, and a woman (who didn't board) deeply engrossed in writing.

And finally, Big Pink, on the other side of yet another construction site.

Portland Art Museum

Tried my hand at an ink drawing of a silver goblet in one of the permanent exhibits.