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December 21st, 2003 |
A quick lunch excursion today (Pal’s Shanty, closed Sundays) kicked off one of those fun Portland odysseys into the outer reaches. I feel like I haven’t even begun to go out and start photographing this town, which is really screwed up, because Portland is comparable to New Orleans for its density of great obscure outlying places. The Cameo Motel is on Sandy, near 82nd street (and that great jug-shaped bar). I’d like to check out those amazing ‘tv phones’.
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Jeremy and I saw this thrift store and freaked out. It looked amazing from outside. It was really dirty and disappointing and shockingly expensive. I do really like how these old bridal gowns are lining up for their mug shots.
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I’m not sure what the numbering system meant.
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If I had a time machine, I would just travel back to the classic grocery stores I remember from New Orleans in the 70s: National Canal Villiere, Schwegmans, Ferera Yaeger (all deceased now). If there’s anything better than discovering an old time-warp grocery store, I’m not sure what that is. I didn’t think anything could top an old Ingals in Ashville, NC, but this place was preserved in moth balls I suspect. It still had a very 70’s color scheme and lettering system for each section.
Jeremy has an excellent expose of The Puppies on monotonous.
