We see these sweet homes on the way to our vets, and on walks.
They are no where near special enough to be saved when the bulldozers come,
which they will because way laid back Portlandiars won’t fight to save the NW Industrial corridor, and so very soon the ugliest high rises in the world will be sitting here….
They will be horrified. Too Late.
These are not grown up Painted Ladies,
they are teeny bungalows, so charming, a slice of history.
They probably started out much like the center one,
with little trim applied and no fancy front porch.
Over time they were painted different colors,
one added a bigger porch, and two a LOT of trim…
But they kept the RED DOORS! They’ve been repainted so the reds are
a bit different, ranging from orange-red to brick red, but they are all still red!
I am charmed, and would love to have one — I’d fight to save it when the bulldozers came, chain myself to the porch and make them drag me kicking and screaming into the street. Trust me, the stuff they are building here in NW Portland is SOOOOOOO BAD.
That one in the center is our house,
with the clear red door and the prayer flags…
Strathmore Journal, with a Pentalic 2B woodless pencil, Platinum Carbon pen,
and Greenleaf & Blueberry and Daniel Smith watercolors.
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