I live on the 24th Floor. That's no suprise, I've talked about it here before. Next door they are building another building. You've seen the photos from that, too. But yesterday and today have been almost surreal, without the "almost."
It's been foggy in Portland. So foggy that I can't see the ground. At one point it was so foggy I couldn't see the crane they're using to erect the high rise next door. It was super odd.
I'm used to coming into my living room and looking out the window at the city of Portland and the bridges over the Willamette River. But with the fog, there's nothing on the other side of the window.
It kind of makes it feel like an episode of 1960's style Star Trek. Not in lost in the cosmos sense, but in the low budget "there's-not-really-a-whole-universe-on-the-other-side-of-that-cardboard-wall" sense.
The picture above is from this morning when a lot of the fog has cleared up, but yesterday at lunch visibility was about 15 feet.
Imagine my surprise at noon yesterday when suddenly in the fog, that crane twisted around and poked it's long end thru the whiteness into my face. I swear it's only 5 feet away from the balcony when it's aimed right at me. I could only see the tip end of the crane thru the cloud, like some cheesy video game where they were too lazy to render the background.
It kept spinning and was out of my view almost as quickly as it had entered. It happened so fast I didn't have a chance to snap a picture. So I thought I'd write it down here to help me remember the dream-like state that was my life in 3D yesterday.
