so, at lunch yesterday, i wandered out to the Pearl (john hausman voice) to pick up my glasses and decided to go to the edge. how far does the pearl go.... i also wanted to check out the new Bridgeport. (i also wanted a beer and pizza, but that's another story.)
from my perspective going north on 11th, the pearl begins to get sketchy around quimby. for you portlanders, you know that's pretty far north - a, b, c, d ... q. there are piles of dirt out here waiting, pining to become a condo. there are lots with curbs, but no sidewalks, hoping one day to become a starbucks or fusion restaurant. and there are warehouses, chillin in the sun, watching their balance sheets rise daily as the mainstreem pearl encroaches. even out here, on the edge, with graffiti tags everywhere, it still felt clean and safe and expensive.
soon people, i think they will be building condos next to or under the fremont bridge.. oh, wait, they already are...
oh, and a side note- gonna toot my own horn here. walking home, i encountered a woman in a wheelchair by the hospital trying to push her way uphill with her feet. i assisted her to the hospital where she needed to go to the emergency room. she was in bad shape. i hope i helped.
some other photos from the day:
4 comments:
Great photos Brett. You're gay though and you know how I know? You get up at 5am to garden. And you have a Vic Mackey poster in your bedroom next to David Hasselhoff.
actually, Vic holds his spot next to Jack Bauer and Mr. T. i retired david hasselhof last month.
I'd take that as a compliment, Brett. Gay gardening is all the rage.
I remember when the edge of the Pearl was the one brewpub in the area. So I haven't been in the swanky new Bridgport. Good? Bad? Overly swankified?
Gay Gardening is the new country line dancing.
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