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Family Time in Portland

Visiting my granddaughter is always a fun and exciting time.

Autumn is 18 months old now. I try to see her as often as I could. My last visit was March 12 to 19 this year. I arrived on Wednesday night when Autumn was in bed. The next morning when I woke up and went to the living room, she welcomed me by showing me some of her toys and how she played with them. Then she came over and leaned on me, let me hug her.

Autumn loves books. When Mercy, Will or I sat on the floor Indian style, she picked out book after book, sat on our laps and handed us the books to read to her. She also loves to read by herself.

 

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Lens-Artists Weekly Photo Challenge #19: Magical Light

During my recent trip to Portland, Oregon to see my granddaughter, I flew up from southern California. It was in the early evening and I anticipated to see the sunset. I booked a window seat looking toward west. It was during summer when the day was long, and the sun went down by 9:00 p.m. I was not disappointed because I saw the gorgeous sunset and the horizon above the clouds was lit up with bright orange light.

 

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By 9:15 p.m. the sun almost went down completely. The orange light was diminishing.

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The plane landed at 9:30 p.m. the sky was completely ultramarine blue.

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Lens-Artists Challenge #12 – Path

Tina’s theme for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week is Path.

We visit Mercy, my daughter, her hubby Will, and our granddaughter Autumn once a month. During one visit, we went to Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden which is a botanical garden located in southeastern Portland, Oregon, USA. It’s named for the numerous springs within the garden featuring more than 2,500 rhododendrons, azaleas and other plants with small lakes, paved and unpaved paths, fountain, and small waterfalls.

Beginning in early spring and continuing into summer, they provide a magnificent display of color. During the fall, many companion trees add dramatic coloring. Crystal Springs Lake surrounds much of the garden, attracting many species of birds and waterfowl. The rocks used to build the waterfalls and other features were gathered from Mt Hood and Mt Adams.

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Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Fountains

When we went to Spain to celebrate our 20th anniversary in August 2016, we had a treat of watching the water dance in this fountain in Barcelona. I included two photos in this post. The third photo was taken in Portland, Oregon last month, and the last photo is in Yorba Linda, California in front of the President Nixon Library.

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The Biggest Change: Times Past

Irene Waters hosts a monthly memoir post – Time Past. The theme for this month is The Biggest Change.

My mom is the Silent Generation and I am the Baby Boomer.

I have many stories to tell about the biggest change in my mom’s life as well as in my life. For this post, I write about the biggest change in my life within a few months in 1977. The changes in culture, environment, language, and ways of life happened to me all at once.

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I worked several years after graduated from college. I took the Double-Decker bus to work. It went from Kowloon to the underwater Crossed Harbour tunnel, then to  Causeway Bay, Hong Kong. At that time, there were no cell phones, I did my reading on the bus.

Being busy was an understatement. I worked forty hours a week in my paying job plus twenty hours a week volunteering at a church. I did most of the mental planning on the bus. It was an advantage to take public transportation. On some of the weeknights, I went window shopping to take my mind off the working mode. I did a thirty-minute walk from Pioneer Centre Shopping Arcade to Kowloon Central Post Office on Nathan Road, then took a bus home.

It was eleven thirty o’clock at night when I went to bed. The more I tried to relax the more anxious I got in my head. Getting six hours of sleep was fortunate before I shook my head to wake up the next morning.

On March 21, 1977, I arrived in Portland, Oregon to attend school for my graduate studies. The campus was surrounded by pine trees reaching into the sky. The school owned some housings and rented them to students. Many of the nearby residents rented out their homes to the students also. I shared a cottage with two female students. It was common that the basement and the attic were living areas if they met the legal requirement.  I lived in the attic, my housemates lived downstairs. I didn’t mind living in the attic because I was shy to carry on a conversation with my British English. My housemates were very friendly. We ate dinner together three times a week and took turns to do the cooking. Cooking was not something I did often in Hong Kong, so I tried to remember what my mom had done and did accordingly.

 “I’m living in a forest,” I told my family in a letter.

I had never experienced such quietness. It was so quiet that I started noticing the intermittent tinnitus in my left ear. This was an extremely different environment to the one I just left two days ago. My life was from running sixty miles an hour to almost a complete stop. In one minute, I was hustling and bustling to catch the bus; in another minute, I had nothing to do except going to classes and doing term papers.

Doing a typewritten paper was a challenge to me. I did all my writing in handwriting previously. When working on the first assignment, I learned to type with a manual typewriter and typed my paper at the same time. I didn’t want to type with two index fingers. How could I learn to type by doing that? By using ten fingers to type, it was inevitable to have many typos. There was no correction tape built into the typewriter, I used correction fluid. Experience taught me to apply a thin layer on the paper, not only for it to try faster, but avoid having a white hump on the paper.  Even when I typed after the fluid was dry, the dent would look like sticking the candles on the icing of a cake. It took me almost an hour to type my first page.

(Excerpt from my memoir in progress)

By the way, my first typewriter was orange. It looked almost the same as this image I found on Google search.

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Eagle Creek Wildfire

The Eagle Creek Fire is a wildfire in the Columbia River Gorge in the U.S. states of Oregon and Washington. The fire was reported on September 2, 2017, and was caused by teenagers igniting illegal fireworks. As of September 11, 2017, the fire had slowed growth, due to rain, yet still expanded 2,000 acres overnight, to 35,588 acres.

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Fire and smoke from Columbia River Gorge on September 4, 2017

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I was with Mercy and Will at a park in North Portland on the afternoon of September 14. I took a few photos of the sun around 6:20 p.m. The smoke was still heavy in the sky. The ray of the sun was filtered by the smoke and turned the sky into a smoky red. I hope the rain will come soon to reduce the smoke in the air.

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