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NW Portland, OR
Ever since I found this spot overlooking all of Portland I always wanted a shot of someone skating flat near the edge. After a skate outing with Casey & Theo ended up kinda near Pittock mansion, I thought I might as well shoot it.
Hasselblad 500c
80mm F2.8
Portra 160
The Meier & Frank Building. Built in 1909, it's on the National Register of Historic Places and it's a Portland Historic Landmark. (Portland Downtown 005.jpg)
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Portland Head Light, is an historic lighthouse in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. The light station sits on a head of land at the entrance of the primary shipping channel into Portland Harbor, which is within Casco Bay in the Gulf of Maine. Completed in 1791, it is the oldest lighthouse in the state of Maine.
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Photographed about 7AM on a cold Sunday morning, lacking good winter gear. Clouds wound up working well, looking S/SE toward sunrise. I can see why so many want to photograph this place.
Outdoor modern art sculpture in a lunch area of the Portland [Oregon] Art Museum. [This museum was founded in 1892, making it the oldest art museum on the West Coast and seventh oldest in the US. - Wikipedia.]
While in Seattle with Ryan, visiting my dear friend Matt, we rented a Ford Fusion and went to Portland & Cannon Beach in Oregon. A ways outside of Portland, we picked up a lot of dark-room equipment from atop a mountain home, which remained in the trunk & full of chemicals (we later found out) for the remainder of our trip. I drove twelve~ hours in two days up and down mountains and in between giant trees. We did not stay in Portland terribly long, but I can confidently say that McMenamins makes a mean, and messy, chicken caesar wrap, the freeways are apparently confusing to men, and there are a lot of people who maybe I could be friends with.
The title pretty much says it all.
My wife and I moved here in April of 2006 to allow me to start my career...and what a great place to start. Portland has been a wonderful place to live. It's a great city...in a beautiful part of the country...and has a lot of things to suite anyone's taste in culture, art, entertainment, etc.
However, Portland was always a stepping stone location for us...a means to an end that preferably had us heading back east and closer to home. That time has finally come. Last week I was offered a job in Arkansas, which I gladly accepted! We officially leave town on April 28th, just a few short weeks away now!
Before I leave though, I wanted to take a moment and share a thought or two about my time on flickr. In 2007 I was introduced to the world of flickr. After following (often times totally astounded at the images that were produced by them) the flickr streams of folks such as Jesse, Ara, Danielle, and perhaps most influential and encouraging to me, Zeb, I decided to join this world of flickr.
Thus began a fantastic journey for me. I've grown to really love photography over the last 2 years. I've met a lot of people, some of whom (such as Victor) I've been shooting with several times and have become good friends with. The knowledge that I've acquired through my interactions with all of my flickr buddies is priceless, and I have appreciated all the time people have spent to explain the most simplest of tasks.
Finally...in the age of the internet...I don't guess this is really goodbye. I will continue to follow all of my friends streams (most likely in an envious manner during times like the tulip festival, etc), and hope you will do the same with me. Arkansas may not have a Ramona or Multnomah falls...nor vast wild flower meadows high up on volcanic peaks...but it does have STORMS! Oh how I have missed my thunderstorms!
P.S. - That last note was a shout out to Little M. I think it's a shout out b/c of her comment on this picture. ;o) Looks like I'll get my storms after all M!
Portland developed a reputation early on in its history as a hard-edged and gritty port town. Some historians have described the city's early establishment as being a "scion of New England; an ends-of-the-earth home for the exiled spawn of the eastern established elite." In 1889, The Oregonian called Portland "the most filthy city in the Northern States," due to the unsanitary sewers and gutters, and, at the turn of the 20th century, it was considered one of the most dangerous port cities in the world.