Monumental Monday

I took my camera with me on a recent trip into the neighborhoods of Portland.  What I found was a certain love affair that we have for statues and monuments.

Some large


Some small


Statues to commemorate events


Monuments to great people

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Monuments to bad taste


Monuments to our best friends

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All these monuments are dedicated to a past.  What of the present?  I think that every time we show kindness we are building our own monument.  Hold the door open for someone? There’s a brush stroke on your life’s canvas!  Give a needed hug?  That’s a chip in the marble block of your life’s sculpture.

All these add up until in the end…


you’ve cast an effigy that may not be remembered by millions, but by the ones that have been touched by your kindness, laughter and grace.


Who Says You Can’t Go Back?

I’ve lived in Oregon all my life.  So what?  Well, that’s 61 years of trips to the beach.  In all those trips I have never had the pleasure of getting onto the sand at Oceanside.  What an incredibly beautiful stretch of coastline.  You might say it’s short and to the point.  Not long.  Not wide. Just right for a quick explore!

My first view of Oceanside Beach

I visited on a windy day.  A cooooold day.  As you can see though, it didn’t keep real Oregonians from enjoying a little fishing.

Whole lotta wet for not many bites

Looking up and down the beach found grays and whites with the stray green of kelp and orange of a broken crab shell.  I saw a small structure on the north end of the beach.  I’m frozen anyway, what’s a few more minutes to figure this out, right?  The closer I got the more intriguing it became.  It’s a tunnel!  I’m going in!  What could possibly go wrong, right?

It was well worth the trips and slides over slimy rocks.   The view was outstanding!


We continued on to Cape Lookout day use area.  Never been there either.  I could have spent another hour or two here.  As I said before, it was cooooold!  I saw enough to appreciate its beauty, but not enough to satisfy my curiosity.

Fish spawning creek 
Looking north to Oceanside


Looking south towards Cape Lookout

With treasures like these to see, I’m definitely going back!

Of Pop-Tarts and Chaos


Never bend the rules.  You bend the rules a little bit and then it’s a slippery slope.

-Thomas Peterffy


We’ll all agree that some rules are an evil necessity.  Little things like murder, treason or driving slow in the hammer lane are to be expected and respected.  Some rules are very personal. I will shower everyday.  I will wear big boy pants when the temp dips below 50º.

Then there are the rules that verge on common sense.  I’m talking about vegetables in desserts.  How can anyone with a shred of moral decency tell me that a main meal side dish belongs in the reason for cleaning your plate?

If you put this 84D2178C-CB83-4DE3-8B25-17D47E27CE45.JPG

into a yummy spice cake,

you get this abomination. 51AA0E00-6E37-4082-A14B-F8DCE29F9C1C.JPG

If you put these 8E5C3803-A258-481E-A6BD-FE7B4998C96B

into these Image result for brownies

You’ve ruined a perfectly good batch of brownies

In an effort to cow our morale and force us to be healthy, my employer has loaded the snack food machines with baked, low sodium, air-popped sticks and twigs.


I’m here to tell you there is a saint in our midst.  A rebel in the hen house!  For if you look closely, you will find the the rules have been broken and the start of that slippery slope.