I had been to Portland for a long weekend before and was surprised that there was no big body of water right there. This trip up north I found the wetness i'd been looking for. While I never actually went for a dip, it was nice to be around water and get a vicarious taste of lake life.
There wasn't a whole lot to choose from in the way of sticky art in this sliver of Portland, but at least there were some splashes of color and a definite anti-trump vibe that redeemed the place.
This was definitely not the Alberta that I spent over half a decade in. This was the Alberta Arts District in Portland, OR. Mind you, I haven't been back to AB for quite a few years, so things may have livened up, but I'm sure this was much more happening and the well groomed beard count much higher.
They had not been skimpy with the paint. There was plenty that had been artfully spread at almost every turn. From free flowing shapes to arresting portrayals of history. Even the Purple One was on display. A veritable feast for the eyes.
Despite the dumpiness of some of the surroundings, there was plenty of graphic appeal. I'm sure there was a story being told in the murals that were on display, but I lacked a guide to help me interpret them. It was still satisfying visual consumption.
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