Walking around at lunchtime
There are a lot of what you might call "bright gray" days in Portland: completely overcast skies, but not dark or cold, and not actually raining. People who come here from more open-skied places have a hell of a time adjusting to them.
You have to make a point of going outdoors on those days and gathering as much of that bright gray light onto your retinas as you can; otherwise you'll get S.A.D. and miss the general awesomeness that is My Little Town.
I went out at lunch yesterday and took ten-gajillion pictures. Here's what was left after ruthless culling.
Inspired by Fence Friday on Flickr, I started noticing fences.
Sigh. Portland used to be absolutely trash-free.
Red bike, yellow bike.
Reflections.
I got down to the river just in time to see a big tug pushing a barge along under the bridges.
There were Visitors. Can you tell them from the locals?
This visitor asked me to take his picture, and then returned the favor. He said he was from Beijing. I said, "Ni hao" and he looked at me funny. :D
I just liked this fence picture. I just like this fence.
This entry is cross-posted from DarkEmeralds on Dreamwidth.
You have to make a point of going outdoors on those days and gathering as much of that bright gray light onto your retinas as you can; otherwise you'll get S.A.D. and miss the general awesomeness that is My Little Town.
I went out at lunch yesterday and took ten-gajillion pictures. Here's what was left after ruthless culling.
Inspired by Fence Friday on Flickr, I started noticing fences.
Sigh. Portland used to be absolutely trash-free.
Red bike, yellow bike.
Reflections.
I got down to the river just in time to see a big tug pushing a barge along under the bridges.
There were Visitors. Can you tell them from the locals?
This visitor asked me to take his picture, and then returned the favor. He said he was from Beijing. I said, "Ni hao" and he looked at me funny. :D
I just liked this fence picture. I just like this fence.
This entry is cross-posted from DarkEmeralds on Dreamwidth.