Out and out

(Jul 21 7:06 p.m.)

Aah… some lovely sights since moving.

(Jul 21 7:43 p.m.)

My birthplace, Portland.  This area is the Eastern promenade.  Not exactly where I moved, but a great place to check out, and walk.

(Jul 21 6:37 p.m.)

A nice view, isn’t it?

Outside Tiqa Café … a place that seemed to have a hard time making up its mind on closing time. (Jul 24 5:24 p.m.)

Deering Oaks Park is closer to where I live.

Ducks at the pond. (Jul 24 5:35 p.m.)

The park looks great in July.  A nice memory.  But a memory for now.

(Jul 21 6:24 p.m.)

Things have gone downhill since.  Nevertheless, the past helps us understand the present.

(Jul 21 6:55 p.m.)

A map would help navigate around, of course.  The Promenade, for example, neighbors Back Cove… and yet, I don’t remember ever seeing Eastern Promenade until I was in the process of moving despite being to the Cove with my mother many times.

(Jul 21 6:40 p.m.)

Dogs in the water.  Humans on standing kayaks, and boats.  And litter.

(Jul 21 6:49 p.m.)

Someone near the train tracks painted the scene on canvas.

(Jul 21 6:50 p.m.)

It was something else.

An arrangement of shells and rocks. (Jul 21 7:02 p.m.)

Fort Williams Park. (Jul 8 3:32 p.m.)

The residential service with the group home has helped with getting me around.  And a bit of ice cream or sherbet to sweeten the deal. 😉

(Jul 8 3:37 p.m.)

Fort Williams Park is pretty big — a lot of walking, and a lot of greens during the summer.

Battery Erasmus Keyes. (Jul 8 3:39 p.m.)

Part of the military Maine had during the Civil War are these grounds.

(Jul 8 3:45 p.m.)

These forts became part of park grounds with full access, inside and out.  (And a tourist trap.)

(Jul 8 3:52 p.m.)

This was once a mansion, with cars in front.  Now it’s ruins on a hill with a plaque, a fence and a warning sign.

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(Jul 8 3:59 p.m.)

This car not part of the park… but colorful nonetheless lol.

(Jul 8 4:11 p.m.)

The lighthouse must bring back memories for many others.

“…Annie C Maguire shipwrecked here Christmas Eve 1886” (Jul 8 4:19 p.m.)

Particularly written memories.

(Jul 4:17 p.m.)

An accompanying museum—at this perspective, it obstructs the lighthouse, directly behind.  Perspective can be critical, how you might never see something accurately—or at all—unless you look from another angle.

(Jul 8 4:19 p.m.)

There it is.  Standing tall, for so long.

(Jul 6 5:03 p.m.)

Whereas unicyclers have to keep balance at all times.  There have been more of them in Portland, or maybe I’m just noticing them more.  Doing that in the rain will certainly make me notice.  It’s kind of weird, if you ask me.  Not that you asked me.

Living in a group home has been kind of a balancing act in itself, should certain others be reluctant to clean after themselves or keep the noise down when I’m trying to rest.

There’s more to the story, and a lot more photos.  This is just one part as I gather and think.  The picture comes together, like a collage as I write.

Until next post…

A yellow butterfly, stopping briefly before taking flight again. (Jun 12 12:40 p.m.)