More happenings at the Kenton Max stop


This motel, which is no longer a motel, but some sort of way station for adults with small children, is getting a paint job.  But why must they paint all in brown, which not only is a bad color for grey-skied Portland, but just reminds me of my K-12 institutions color choices of: horrible brown, horrible green, horrible cream.

However, the sun is making very nice shadows of the cow silhouettes at the Kenton Max stop.  There are cow silhouettes at this Max stop because once upon a time, the cows use to come off of the train from Eastern Oregon, and march their way to the slaughterhouse where the Expo Center now is.