Recently, I had an extra hour at Portland’s airport. I was half an hour early and Jamison’s plane was half an hour late. Knowing I’d be early, I’d taken my camera. I explored the MAX station, through the South tunnel to the new rental car area, and along the ride-hailing pickup zone.
Every year, I post my favorite photos. Some years, I’ve been able to cut it down to my top ten, but not this year. For that matter, I couldn’t limit myself to fewer than eleven photos from Cannon Beach… :-D
Many years, I’ve also posted my top nine from Instagram, but again, not this year, as I posted fewer than nine on Instagram during 2019.
These pictures all make me happy. I could imagine printing all of them and hanging them on my walls.
I hope at least one makes you happy, too!
A vivid sky greeted me at the MAX station this morning.
An early foggy morning, I found myself at the MAX station, alone. Either I just missed the train or I forgot to adjust my watch for Pacific Standard Time.
Actually, I was early, but it was intentional. The first week after time changes is a great time to get up early. And fog is a great excuse to take pictures.
As I walked up to my stop, the MAX doors opened. All aboard!
As it was going the wrong way, I decided to wait.
I love that the days are getting shorter. It didn’t hurt that I headed out quite a bit earlier today, either.
My Friday started with dropping Suzi off at her work and hopping on MAX. After getting home, I sat down and Hazel and Gilligan immediately joined me.
In between, I spent my day in a large, complex spreadsheet and a nearly 5-mile 1:1.1Sorry, no pics from either. ;-)
All in all, not a bad day. :-)
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At my regular MAX stop, there are concrete light poles.
A couple of weeks back, the cloud approached the ground. MAX lead the way.
Waiting for the MAX in the morning, not much to do but get my podcasts ready to go and watch trains headed the wrong way.