It's not a race

This graffiti on the wall at a restaurant read; "I think that tall bikes are kind of stupid. Can I still be in the club?" You tell em' sister.

This may be a drawing, it may be something I found at the bulk bins...

There was a drawing show at the Portland Museum of Art. Really I just wanted an excuse to show boobies in my blog.

And butts.

There was a Kehinde Wiley show at the museum. I was in the same High School graduating class as Kehinde. However Kehinde's large scale paintings depicting young black men as saints seem to be selling better than my performances of spooky ghost music on ornately decorated homemade instruments.

The figures in the lower left of this painting are the mother and the sister of the man to the right. Apparently, he was exiled for some reason and is now back to destroy his former home. The wall text forgot to mention how the story ended.

Mary had started working at the museum today.

This movie theater that serves beer and pizza. Wes saw The Name Sake. I think this might be a movie for girls.

We went to Montage, a restaurant that specializes in tinfoil animals. These are two scorpions. and a bunny

Here the tinfoil animals are fighting.

This is a view of the folksy-hippie fence in front of Mary's house.

Good by big(ish) city.

So sad.

This is some extremely safe clothing.

Fireworks are legal in Oregon, most of the fire works include the prefix California. With food the prefix California means that it includes avocado. When used in reference to fireworks it means they suck.

The firework stand appeared to be run by teenagers. I spotted a couple of them wrestling in the aisle.

Somewhere around Salem, Oregon I got very depressed about returning to Roseburg.

When I got home all of my plants had died.