subject is trees

at montgomery park, my favoritely weird place in town.

I took a walk in NW portland one Saturday afternoon, trying to get the juices flowing a little. I didn't, but it was great fun. Maybe those are the juices? I didn't get any world beaters, but those always come so unexpectedly. I think just being ready is a big part of it.

I always look out the window at this area at work. It's a weird area-- a cul-de-sac next to the free way with this striped gate on one side and that guard rail and the trees. When the gate is open it's especially intriguing-- just those three white stripes and the four dark ones-- a funny little stand alone piece of the town.

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