Interstate Ave.

I discovered a new King of Hearts today, beside the one in a deck of cards and the one beleaguered in Wonderland. We will be close companions for the next month, and hopefully come to a good understanding of what makes the pitter-pat go putt.

Any reason to go to Portland is an excuse to look at art. Can't say I saw anything inspirational. Yet part of that quest took me on a road that is a gold mine in kitchy photographs.

Mildly conceptual.


Less so.


Not the best example of by-the-hour motels I saw, but I was driving an unfamiliar road.


Just in case you need one... or two.

I'll go back when it's not raining, and on foot.