I felt like the rabbit in Alice’s Wonderland yesterday. “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date…”
But alas, we were not in Wonderland but Portlandia. A.k.a People’s Republic of Portland, PDX, Rose City. Portland, Oregon. One final tour of the city, a bit frenzied but still a treat, especially with Autumn’s varied hues really beginning to spread.
I left Portland 10 months ago for the nearby town of Vancouver, Washington. Returning reminds me of what I love about the city. Radio cabs, the light-rail, brick everywhere, history given a good, solid nod throughout the city. Bridges, bridges, bridges. Pub lovin big town. The pedestrian life. And a fair amount of quirk.
With my passion for photography, it’s high time for a new tool for the craft. I’ve known that for awhile but this day’s photography tour brought the realization slammin home. I left my original babe, a classic Nikon FM2, at home, although she loyally provides me with better shots. My digital cam, a far more modest Olympus that has seen better days, before all the drops, was with me on this day. I’ll keep it around for light and casual documentation but will be bringing Ms. Nikon back for more regular use.
“Tongues in Trees
Books in the Running Brooks
Sermons in Stones
And Good in Everything.”
-Portland Public Library
Over the Burnside Bridge, former stomping grounds
Exterior of Japanese Gardens
St. John’s Historic Bridge
McMenamin’s- St. John’s Theater & Pub