Right Down the Street is a Different Time and Space

Zee and I spent the day in one of our favorite little pieces of Portland. The Park Blocks encompass a series of city blocks known as the Cultural District; all of which is located in the Southwest quadrant of the city. In addition to a series of old churches, the historical society, living spaces, and myriad museums, this area also feeds onto the Portland State University Campus.

From May until October, the park plays host to one of the best set of Farmer's Markets in the area. On any given Wednesday or Saturday, the smell of fresh street food and the finest produce or locally crafted foods wafts through the trees. But for now, the blustery wind and splattering rain are holding sway.

The verdigris of old stone, lovingly cut by craftsmen long dead, provides the borders for our wandering.

Soaring towers of glass remind us of the century we inhabit.

An ever so slight adjustment to our gaze allows us to forget.

We harmonize our perception of time to match the creeping ivy and the ageless bricks.

But reality intrudes and we reluctantly depart. Our visit lingers as a fond memory, ere long we return.

Our love for our time together in this place is gravity redefined.