And so ’twas a sunny Sunday, first day of sunshine for Portland in about a million years, and off we went — Jer to explore Balch Creek (about which you’ve been reading) and I to paint.
Above is the Thurman Street bridge arching over Macleay Park at the foot of Balch Creek Canyon.
The path leads into Forest Park following Balch Creek for about a mile or so. Macleay Park is a sub-division of Forest Park and consists of this tiny lawn, with its sculptures, one picnic table, two parking spaces, the decaying fenced off walkways over the creek, and the bridge pylons.
And this is the scene as the artist rendered it. I was scarcely noticed by anyone, which was disappointing. I like to take stories home from the encounters. I think the sunshine was too blinding for people to see more than mere light! –June