I grew up in the years of the Vietnam War protest, and racial protests, graduating from High School in 1968, a long time ago. Our country was not in good shape then, and here we are again. Today will be a first for me, we are headed to a No Kings! Protest this morning, my first protest ever. I probably should have done a few in my youth, but now is the time since the unleashed brutal immigration policy is so wrong.
We have had a busy week, this retirement life is as exhausting as work was, but a lot more fun. We have visited with friends, been to a block party, and cooked at home. The highlight of the week was my son Adam’s birthday party up in Battleground.
The downside is that when we are running hither and yon it eats into my painting and sketching time. Thankfully I did get out for a bit of plein air. There is a large vacant building near the Willamette River with an iconic water tower on the top – wish I knew more of its history.
Saturday we had polenta with roasted veggies, always a favorite.
I hope you had a good week, and that next week’s journey brings you peace and joy. I will certainly do more painting this week, hope you get to capture a few moments yourself. As always thanks for following, it means a lot.
theTravelsketcher 
Busy days! I’ve never been on a protest either but one day something will push me over the edge I guess (though I did walk along a little bit with the hikoi or march in support of The Treaty of Waitangi). Roasted summer vegetables and polenta sounds good. Glad you got some plein air sketching at least.
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You found some time for painting and food. Life on the good side.
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Yep, for sure.
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Good for you for standing up against the disgusting stuff going on in The U.S. now. I love the water tower painting and would also be curious to know more about its history. We have some polenta in the kitchen, I might just try this.
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I don’t know the details but a bit of the history revolves around Portland and the Columbia River. That river winds its way through one of the largest wheat farm regions in the country. Wheat was shipped by barge for years, then when the railroads came, by train. Thus mills were built, and huge facilities for loading ships.
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