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.
Wednesday means Mt. Tabor. Unfortunately, longboarding is just not the same thing without Jamison. Little buddy!
I did some runs from the bottom third or so. It’s the most efficient considering the run’s length vs. the return walking length. And it does eliminate the risk of all but one blind corner, a good thing when skating alone.
The views are spectacular! My photography and the time of day don’t do it justice.
“The top floor is $3 million, the middle $2 million, and the bottom, $1 million,” said the man selling Street Roots cater-corner1Wow! So many alternative spellings and pronunciations. Choose the one you like. To be honest, I grew up calling this kitty corner. from the grand entrance of Portland’s new Park Avenue West building.2I like downtown Portland — the people, the energy, and the buildings. But I’m not comfortable taking pictures of people I don’t know. I guess that means I’m not a street photographer. Buildings are another matter. I like their lines, the textures and reflections on their surfaces, and the geometric shapes they form. “I don’t know what I’d do with a million-dollar studio.”
I like downtown Portland — the people, the energy, and the buildings. But I’m not comfortable taking pictures of people I don’t know. I guess that means I’m not a street photographer. Buildings are another matter. I like their lines, the textures and reflections on their surfaces, and the geometric shapes they form.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to take pictures out of an airplane’s window, so I made up for it. These are just a few of the shots.
Much of the flight, clouds blanketed the landscape. And I forgot to wear a dark shirt to minimize reflections. And I forgot that sitting near behind the wing on a 737 results in jet wash blurring the view downwards.
Ashley’s buying a camera seemed like a good excuse to roam downtown Portland. We wandered around Tanner Springs Park, Jamison Square, Pioneer Courthouse Square (where we caught an impromptu concert by Without Apology), Director Park, and The Fields Neighborhood Park. Then we walked the Eastbank Esplanade from the Vera Katz sculpture to north of Burnside and back.