Near this spot today is a floating stage where you can attend events by boat, things like Samoan Fire Knife Dances.
I have been a Portland resident for nearly two years now, and I am embarrassed to say that I have yet to visit the Deering Oaks duck house. I really haven’t explored much of Portland at all. Mostly it’s because I live on an island two miles off the mainland, and then there’s pandemic, obviously. The duck house was scheduled to be rehabilitated in early 2020 but I have a feeling that was scuttled.
The artist here outlined the foreground features in black, something I have not seen often and technically rendering this an atypical scene. I sent this to someone wishing them a typical birthday.
The caption writer of this postcard said this scene depicted “the most natural phenomena in the world”. Perhaps this is a little window into how nature was viewed a century ago, and why we have so many damn dams.
I have always been puzzled by the number of Native American names that survived. It doesn’t seem like something the American colonists would have desired or even cared about much. The Brits had renamed everything in Ireland, for example. This lake’s name, with its nice triple repeat of the letters au, comes from the now-extinct Erie language. Because the language was eradicated before it could be documented, the meaning is unknown, but two longstanding folk traditions are ‘bag tied in the middle’ and ‘place where fish are taken out'” (source)