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& the famous frog 🐸 returns 💚

#PortlandFrog #frog

Violinist serenading the peaceful crowd with the theme to Schindler's List
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Another beautiful & peaceful night elsewhere in Portland, under a gorgeous & powerful Harvest Moon
except for the droning of the occupation helicopters

#Portland #ICE #PortlandProtest #Violin
TikTok by @samanthamichelle888

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How could people not like her, she is such an amazing hero, starting so young. 💛

😊 I've done a few fun graffiti pic adventures lately

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blue skull wearing sunglasses reflecting a beautiful snow capped peak with conifers on SE Water Ave

green slime monster mural with healthy pink gums and white teeth inside a parking garage at electric city in SE PDX

colorful tagging & a demonic yellow head with horns and a cross on its forehead at the abandoned cement factory by the river

Some spooky street art around inner SE Portland

#TagTuesday #31DaysOfHalloween #StreetArt #Portland #BlueTue #SpookySeason

She focused on a mantra, thinking “light” when she inhaled, “root” when she exhaled. It felt so good, diving into deep meditation, grounding her energy. Deep breaths in her Niwa body, safe in a cave in what had once been Tennessee. Suddenly, a rumbling brought her back to present awareness. A motor, quickly growing louder. She cursed out of her meditative daze, regretting their choice to camp so close to the road-path. Already tuned in, she opened to her guidance. “Stay where you are," the command rang in her head. "There is nothing to do but hide." Her pack was right outside the cave wall. She sprinted out, grabbed it, and saw campfire smoke wisping out of the trees from their camp. She was too far to help. She ran deep into the cave, now breathing to calm the panic rising inside of her. "I am not afraid of death, I am safe where I am… I am not afraid of death, I am safe where I am..."

#WIPsnips : "safe"
#meditation

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Portland flag

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Different punk: A to Z of punk genres - Sorcerer of Tea Cyberpunk, Steampunk, Dieselpunk, Afropunk. Confused? The A to Z of punk genres will let you understand this colourful, and sometimes odd range of genres.

There's an explosion of -punk genres being co-created in writing & other media.

🌞 We're here to elevate those under the #hopepunk ⛱️, like ecopunk, solarpunk, ecofiction, + everything that gives us something to work TOWARD!

🌱 What are your thoughts? Please share links & ideas!

#hopecore #writesky

Gravestone from 1903 shaped like a standing log with ferns- made of cement or something? We saw a few of these

sideways cylinder of granite sitting on a mossy base. We saw many of these log on the ground grave markers

tall mossy grave stone in front of lovely trees & my bike

🪦 Had a blast yesterday on the sunny East Portland Cemeteries 🚲 tour.

It was a beautiful day to cruise around and explore some 19th century tombstones... Those Stumptown folks sure did like their log themes!

#MossyMonday #31DaysOfHalloween #Portland #bikesky #Shift2Bikes #graveyard #SpookySeason 🪦

Tristan hugged herself, rocking back and forth. “I miss Janica. I miss my brother. This used to sound like a big adventure, but it just keeps getting… worse!” With that last word, she let out a burst of emotion. “I hate this.”

#WIPsnips : "miss"

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great peace upon both these beautiful, radiant souls

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Thanks for the inspiration, Keyser, I like making these!

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contemporary illustration of the march, with women pulling a cannon and carrying pikes.

#OnThisDay, 5 Oct 1789, thousands of women instigate and lead the March on Versailles.

They - along with revolutionaries who join them - besiege the Palace to demand cheap bread.

#WomenInHistory #OTD #History #WomensHistory #FrenchHistory #RevolutionaryWomen 🗃️
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😅 You're sweet. So nice to meet you! Nereid cousin 🤍

They reinforced roofs and added straw bales around their gardens and cabins, built high on west and south facing slopes. Cut brush and raked leaves were added to bushy windbreaks to the north, shielding homes and greenhouses from extreme winds. They strategically stacked cut vegetation to protect the ponds, swales, berms, and windbreaks that channeled and stored water and mitigated crop rot, excessive erosion, and drought. They spent extra time fortifying their emergency hideout deep in the hills. The first snows fell in September, the unharvested tomatoes and grapes freezing on the vines. Tentative relief grew, even as they worked to salvage the decimated crops. Grueling winters usually kept travelers to the south. No one wanted to get caught in errant blizzards, or the resulting thaw-floods and mud pits.

#WIPsnips : store, like storing resources 🌱

One of the themes in my novel:
How can we help our lands moderate the influence of severe #climate?

#permaculture #ClimateResilience

It's a neat thing about maturing, realizing the beautiful influence of so many creators that wove into the tapestry that is our brain

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I got Whip-Smart when I was 15, every single song on there still reminds me of that summer after 9th grade, even though I have not gone a year without listening to her since

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This song has its own shelf in my brain

Autumn tree in inner SE Portland (Sellwood), November 2024 The song "Anthem" by Leonard Cohen: The birds they sang at the break of day "Start again", I heard them say: Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah, the wars they will be fought again, the holy dove, she will be caught again, bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. We asked for signs, the signs were sent the birth betrayed, the marriage spent, Yeah, the widowhood of every government signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud, but they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. You can add up the parts, you won't have the sum, you can strike up the march, there is no drum, Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack, a crack in everything that's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in, that's how the light gets in.

"The birds they sang at the break of day
'Start again', I heard them say.
Don't dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
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Forget your perfect offering,
there is a crack, a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in."

-Leonard Cohen

#ImageAndVerse #PNW #Portland #Stunday #hope 🍁

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