the golden hour
It’s May 11—the day after Mother’s Day, the day before Tuesday. It’s getting closer to summer, and one thing’s for certain. That lovely twilight time when the sun dips down and everything gets all soft and glowingly beautiful—that golden hour is getting a little longer. Everything is nicer at this time, so get out and get in it.
the photography of lance
In between coffee, work, and getting in Coug's face, Lance often picks up my camera and sneakily snaps off sniper shots. He then replaces camera to exact spot he found it. Like nothing even happened. And time marches on. Below are a few gifts from the photography fairy I found on my desktop after downloading my memory card from the last month or two.
Belmont Spot (R*P)
A new president. An era of high hopes. Some believe change. Others are just living. Anyway, it only lasted a week or two but for a brief moment in time there was a DIY concrete QP across the street from Nemo. New Hampshire Chris and others stole over there under cover of darkness (or maybe during broad daylight, how should I know?) and built some steep-ish tranny on an un-used patch of asphalt behind the tennis courts. Topped it off with a chunk of curb and some wax, and it was good to go.
It being within 50 feet of my workplace, I partook in this spot a few times, not as much as I should of course but how was I to know?! I didn’t realize our time together would be so limited. I still had things to do over there, I even had plans to take pictures—but alas, not even that could be accomplished before the city (or whoever) came and tore it out. Gone. Barely a trace of concrete crumbs left over as evidence.
Anyway, you’d think with all the other dumb crap that goes on in that park—jousting and juggling and bicycle handstands and tai chi—you'd think that a couple skateboarders playing around on an innocent little feature would be just fine.
Like I said before, I didn’t take any pictures. The above screengrab is from a sweet video that the Tribute boys made. Paddle over there and see what I’m talking about.
I want to remember Portland like this, with all the friends gathered up in one place and the sun warming our backs. 
Been Doing...
Been reading: The Shipping News by E. Anne Proulx (do not underestimate the power of fragmented sentences and the frosty landscapes of Newfoundland), Dylan Thomas’ Collected Stories (succulent short stories so rich you might have to shovel them in two or three times to feel like you tasted everything).
Been listening to: Patsy Cline (poor Patsy, such sad songs—sad, but magnificent), Led Zeppelin’s Physical Graffiti (tap into the mysterious brilliance by listening to it as a whole album—not cherry picking the hits with yr iPod), 20 Years Of Merge Records: The Covers (it’s only for 3 minutes and 33 seconds, but The New Pornographers cover of The Rock-A-Teens’ Don’t Destroy This Night draws back the curtain on things like fresh summer nights and raw hope).
Been watching: Twilight (it was cool to see Indian Beach and that the Native Americans were werewolves … but that’s kinda it), Final 24 (documentaries about the last 24 hours of the “famously departed”—saw Jim Morrison, River Phoenix, and Jim Belushi … Keith Moon is next).