drug/violence
I do enjoy looking at the random things that people post on poles. There are a lot of stories represented by this stuff. Like this pair things I saw in the Old Port…in my mind there is a direct link between the two .
But at any rate, I want to think that punch was real and not staged for the photo. And, what’s in the bag on the sidewalk? And is that one guy’s fly unzipped? And why does the white design on the window make me think of powdered sugar decorations?
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
closed sundays
I mean, I guess this sign is official. But it sure feels like maybe a disgruntled worker who wanted the day off took a can of spray paint and made some business decisions…
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
oyster (with seagull)
Blue isn’t necessarily the strongest color in a scene (Hello, yellow-green), but the light-magic of fog gives blue a pretty good chance to dominate. And then there was that extremely well-timed seagull…
Fun Fact 1: in my senior year in architecture school, my design professor (Dan MacGilvary, who was outstanding) told us his most hated color was a specific shade of yellow-green that he called “snake-shit green.” He promised anyone who used that color in their renderings would fail his class.
Fun Fact 2: my sister and I called that same shade “spit-up green” and almost never used that particular Crayon.
Fun Fact 3: I don’t know how a post about this blue sign got hijacked by the color chartreuse.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.16.2026
parade braids
A little girl and a fire truck: it was a good parade.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
snow/piper
I was in Portland, Maine, a couple of months ago – it was one of those places where I felt instantly at home and I am actively trying to figure out how soon I can get back up there.
The first day kicked off with the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Using our keen sleuthing skills* we were able to locate the spot where the bagpipers were assembling on our very first attempt. Yay, us!!
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
*Mainly our ability to follow the caterwauling sounds of the pipes.
One Day | One Image 