This week it was hard for me to go outside because everything felt so horrific and hateful and oppressive. I don't know where I fit into all of that.

Today I went out walking and I stopped at several art events for the regional/"community-based" Portland Biennial. I saw some of my friends at the events and we talked a little, mostly about art, a little about how we've been feeling. None of the events or people in charge of the events made mention of the tragedies that our nation (our region) is experiencing right now, and I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Along the way I captured photos of these poodles or poodle mixes, who seem to really know nothing about what's happening around them. I didn't take a photo of one of the poodles I saw today; it was a small apricot colored poodle sitting in the neon yellow sweatshirt of a man who was asking for money at a busy intersection near the highway. I'm not sure what that poodle was thinking about.