The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives

More specifically concerning: portland

A view (15)

18 October 2004, around 17.55.

point of view.

lacuna

22 November 2005, around 17.05.

thumb-twiddling

Over a year

19 December 2005, around 18.15.

Hawthorne bridge, Portland, OR, Fall 2004

houseplants

26 December 2005, around 20.56.

Plants around the house, Portland, OR

a realism

10 January 2006, around 20.45.

Frenchman’s dream

knees on a train

28 January 2006, around 3.03.

soporific

3 April 2006, around 11.23.

springtime and Cyprus

A view (18)

8 June 2006, around 10.27.

watching the rain.

fog

13 October 2006, around 11.26.

The trouble with epigraphy. A fog has settled in for the winter and, although the café is warm and bright, the bustle and noise merely accentuate the drizzle and dark outside. It is my favorite time of year. It feels right to be inside, to be making things with my hands and reading books. Not […]

these days

7 January 2007, around 21.46.

These days I spend a lot of time crossing bridges. Partly because we moved across the river from practically everything we are interested in; partly because, well because my feet are getting itchy again. It’s amazing how deadlines work – one puts things off, doesn’t think about them, and then the time creeps up when […]

not at home

27 August 2007, around 0.30.

At home in the evening, planning escapades. The books read and unread gathering coffee stains and toast crumbs. The at one time unimaginable, commonplace. Things moving slowly. The sense of progress, though: gears turning, ticking well-oiled shiny. Intangible, unavoidable, inescapable. Backed into imagined corners that flatten and fade and open onto unexpected vantages. Yet continuance […]

mizzling

20 October 2007, around 15.34.

We find under the weather a layer of sun, wrapped tidily around that parcel of time we call today. The year therefore rounded itself as a receptacle of retarded knowledge – a cup brimming over with the sense that now at least she was learning. —Henry James, What Maisie Knew, ch. IX

another day

24 April 2008, around 21.56.

A view (22)

26 April 2008, around 6.00.

This I will miss.

emptied nest

23 May 2008, around 12.47.

Ain’t nobody here.

A view (38)

24 July 2013, around 5.38.

sunset, Portland.

A view (39)

30 December 2013, around 17.46.

sunrise, Portland

A view (40)

8 January 2014, around 16.37.

It rained most of the day.

pleasant & agreeable

9 January 2014, around 12.00.

It’s dreary out. He is a learned man, and has a power of college-books by heart: his greatest fault is, that he incessantly quotes passages from them in conversation, which is not agreeable to everybody. —Alain-Renée Lesage (Gil Blas, vol. 1, p. 149 (II.ix))1 Years ago my mother used to say to me, she’d say, […]

undetectable

12 January 2014, around 15.11.

A down-graded storm. There are of course other things I should be doing, even other things I should be reading, but just at the moment detective stories seem to be what I want. They are amusing and plotty and charmingly shamefaced. There’s not a one that takes itself too seriously, not one that claims it […]

A view (41)

8 February 2014, around 10.53.

still snowing.

A view (44)

2 September 2015, around 11.20.

midday, Portland

A view (45)

8 December 2015, around 16.44.

evening, Portland.

and another thing

7 January 2017, around 18.27.

Eventually, it did snow.

tædium

8 January 2017, around 5.31.

It has been unexpectedly cold, and on that particularly evening we were preparing for a very cold weekend, with frost and potentially snow. The puddles from recent rains had frozen, which is a rare thing – if I had a better memory, I could probably count on one hand the number of times this has […]

praeterita

10 January 2017, around 6.32.

It has become the favored place to go for a stroll. It is quiet. The world passes through slowly, the shifting seasons providing the most dramatic changes – fallen branches, frost heaves, holly berries, and flowers in spring. One sets external concerns aside; even the most tenacious anxiety or care has been, by the time […]

undae

25 June 2021, around 12.06.

It is supposed to be warm this weekend and, as usual, there is no air conditioning. Well, that is not quite accurate. There are two air-conditioning units, which may or may not work, that the previous owners left in the storage area, but there are no window supports and no instruction manuals and no one […]

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