This is part of an outside wall of a building on 1st Avenue. I’ve walked by this particular wall many times, but I’d never actually stopped to notice it was covered in pretty rocks before. Gosh, I’m so observant.
When I took this photo, an employee who works in the building walked by. She looked at me curiously, so I said, "I’m just taking pictures of the wall." The employee said, "Okay." And that was that.
I was in Harold’s Jewelers on 3rd Avenue yesterday and they had this beautiful and extremely large tulip in a vase on the counter. After I stopped knocking other things off the counter with my klutziness (I didn’t break anything, thank goodness), I managed to take the photo above.
This pretty little birdie was sitting on a park bench at Community Center Park the other day. I believe I’ve identified it correctly as a Steller’s Jay (Google Images is my friend), but if anyone has better info, please let me know.
Last month I posted a photo of Stayton Bowl, Stayton’s only bowling alley. Its roof collapse a few years ago and had been closed ever since.
I had been hoping the alley would eventually reopen, but as you can see in the photo above, it was torn down instead. It’s quite sad to see it go. It had been around since the late 1950′s.
Bye bye, bowling alley. You shall be missed.
Stayton’s library has been undergoing construction for an expansion over the last several months, and I’ve been posting photos of its progress here and there. This photo is of the back side of the library, taken from the park behind the building. The library is getting very close to completion.
Yesterday was the semiannual Friends of the Library used book sale at the community center. That means it was time for my semiannual trek to the sale to buy entirely too many books I’ll never have time to read. But I’ll try, anyway.
The photo above is of some of the books at the sale. I had some trouble deciding which photo to post, so click on the thumbnail for my second choice.
Okay, it isn’t a house, technically. But the building houses some very nifty stuff, so I’m fudging a bit because the title seems to fit.
This is an outside private door on a building from the 1910′s which holds Cartwright’s Music on 3rd Ave. I popped my head inside the store yesterday to drool at all the pretty instruments, and ended up buying an acoustic guitar. Did I mention I can’t actually play the guitar? Who knows, maybe I’ll get to where I can strum a few chords.