Photo a day – AUGUST
Day # 18 – INSIDE
© Stacy Alexander
This picture was taken inside a memorial for those who lost their lives on 9-11. Many of these people were trapped inside the towers.
John and I went to Tom Yum for dinner this evening.
He had the broccoli and mushrooms in pepper sauce (with tofu):
And I had the pineapple fried brown rice with tofu and lime:
Tom Yum is a real discovery for us. The food has an interesting flavor profile. The atmosphere is very pleasant, and since they serve produce from the area, it is the perfect place for a couple of locavores such as ourselves . Great place just to pop by every once in awhile. We had a nice dinner, which we shared with one another. We chatted quietly while we ate and generally enjoyed the air conditioning that we do not have at home. (It only gets hot in Portland about 2 weeks a year. This was one of those weeks.)
After we ate, John said, “Let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” so off we went, to Portland’s Oaks Park. This place has been around since 1905, and remains one of the ten oldest amusement parks in the country. It is a sweet place. There is a skating rink there with a spring loaded, wooden floor that will rise in case of a flood! There is a beautiful old Wurlitzer organ suspended from the ceiling, and someone plays it while the skaters go round and round. Lovely!
The ferris wheel is old, and sort of creaky, but very pleasant. It faces the Wilamette River and the rest of the amusement park with its lights and general pleasantries. Very nice to be there at night with a cool breeze blowing through our hair. When we stopped at the top, he kissed me softly, and I felt like a teenager again.
When we were at the top, I imagined I was a dove, soaring above the park and the swift river below, with views of the castellated towers of the funhouse and surrounding buildings. I loved the perspective, but as romantic as this fantasy sounds, it was actually put into place to offset the abhorred thraldom of my own fear of heights! Eeeeee!
When we exited the ferris wheel, we strolled hand-in-hand and snapped some more photos. The atmosphere at Oaks Park is not a loud and frenetic one, but rather soft and gentle. One feels safe there, heights fear or no.
I don’t want a pickle. I just want to ride my motor-sickle.
Of course, I cannot see a pinball machine without thinking of my old friend, Arthur Brown who played the priest in, “Pinball Wizzard” with the Who. Bing! Bing! Clang!
I did a sort of desultory vacillation between the various arcade games that were there, simply because of the many photo ops that they afforded:
We walked the length of the park and finally wandered back to our car and drove, with skylight open and the windows down, home. We made some sweet memories this evening, and I am still smiling.