Black and White – Page 51 – photography from the Chesapeake Bay watershed by Bill Emory

OG Kush

dispensary counter — Very odd situation, having state and federal law at odds in relation to cannabis. When will this be resolved?

Coulrophobia

Giant Portland Clown — For the Coulrophobics of the world, be forewarned. Giant Clown sighted in Portland Oregon.

Moses, Goldschmid and Brown

interstate 405 and 5 — I had heard a shortened story of Portland’s 1970’s freeway kill-off. The beginning of Portland exceptionalism. Saying No to the FHWA.
And so rarely leaving the Chesapeake Bay watershed I imagined a city comprised of narrow tree-lined streets, generous bike and pedestrian provisions, 264 foot city blocks lining the Williamette River.
Yes, well not exactly.
So they did say no, and they did leverage a bunch of public transit money and it is amazing. But it is not the idyll of my imagination.

Interstates — In 1974 Portland killed the Mount Hood Freeway, in 1979 the I-505 connector was taken off the table. But, in contrast to my imagined Portland, interstates were built.

Blue Ribbon Commission

Jefferson School — Charlene Green lays out the ground rules at the July 27 public hearing held by the Blue Ribbon Commission on Race, Memorials and Public Spaces

the dot exercise

dead fish

dead fish — He was a big fish in a little pond. 2008-2016.

not my line

coiled line and cleat — mine are smaller diameter, shorter, tangled and frayed

cow in the shade

cow in shade — Is it good for dairy and beef cattle to have shade? Farmers actually debate this question.

thermo — The farmers are looking at the bottom line, a totally anthropocentric point of view. Does a hot cow gain as much weight/produce as much milk as a cool cow?

Lets chain some farmers in the full sun, see if that helps them answer the question.

day of rest

110712-daily-blessing

untitled

150725-tennis-ball

ephemeron

yard sale find — P.S. Reed is my name, Richmond is my station, protestant is my belief, Heaven my expectation and when I am dead and all my bones are rotten this little book will tell my name when I am quite forgotten. P.S. Reed”