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A Y class switcher trundles a short rake of grain wagons and a vintage-looking brake van along the short branch from the harbour to the small marshalling yard. Portland, Victoria, Australia, August 1979.
More minstrels playing for change and cigarettes at "The Living Room of Portland". I was told that the homeless get more $$ if they have a pet in their midst (note the chihuahuas)
A long exposure taken about 6pm along the coast at Portland Bill. I used a £10 filter set which is horribly scratched and marked which shows in the image to extend this image to around one second catching the water falling off the rocks. The cheap filters cause orange colours to appear when stacked so I have done my best to transform the sky without losing too much colour.
Hey guys! We went on a North East road trip October 4th - 12th. Here are some of the best picture I took from the trip :)
Follow our travels on: youtube.com/SJsTravels
Maynard Mansion
510 E. Bridge St.
Built between 1897-1898
Built by renowned architect W.G. Robinson for a prominent Portland banker, Charles H. Maynard. The mansion holds a special place in the history of Portland. Perfectly located on a triple lot on prestigious Bridge Street, this turreted, blue slate roofed mansion boasts over 5,000 ft of finished space.
Charles Maynard was the President and Co-Founder of the Maynard-Allen State Bank of Portland which was founded in 1874.
The top of this trestle is just visible from the freeway. We finally took the time to get off the road and explore the trail that this is a part of.
I continue to enjoy using the Hipstamatic app with my iPhone.
Portland Basin is at the junction of the Peak Forest, Ashton and Huddersfield Narrow canals. It's a great place where canals, boats and people meet, there is a museum in the old Ashton Canal warehouse
(more details later, as time permits)
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Virtually everyone in America, as well as millions of other people around the world, know that Thanksgiving is one of the main occasions for organizing a huge parade.
It’s especially true in New York City, where I live — hundreds of parade workers converge on a one-block stretch between Columbus Avenue and Central Park West on 77th Street on the night before Thanksgiving to assemble the floats, and pump the huge balloons full of helium, so they’ll be ready to go the next morning. The parade itself lasts for hours, and stretches all the way down Central Park West and Broadway, and ultimately through Herald Square and past the main entrance to Macy’s on 34th Street. The whole thing is televised for the benefit of viewers all around the world, with TV commentators and an endless procession of marching bands, baton-twirlers, singers, dancers, jugglers, magicians, Broadway actors, and other forms of entertainment…
While New York City may be the only example of a Thanksgiving-Day parade that people around the world actually see on their TV screen, it’s definitely not the only such parade that takes place in this country. I’m sure that every big city has its own version of the turkey-day parade, as do most of the medium-size cities, and quite a few smaller towns and villages, too. They may not be visible on television, but a lot of local citizens and visitors turn out to watch such parades, if only because their sons and daughters are typically marching in the high-school bands that form a big part of the event.
On this particular occasion — in November of 2013 — I happened to be in one such medium-size city, where the parade took place on Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. It was in Portland, Oregon where we were spending the holiday period with one of our sons and his family; the parade took place in the “Pearl District” of downtown Portland … and, to our amazement, we were able to park our car about a block from the parade route, and walk right up to the corner (at Davis St and NW Park, if you want to track it down on Google Maps) where all of the bands and floats and costumed marchers walked by. In fact, I was able to take the “parade experience” even one step further: the people were friendly enough, and the security was light enough, that I was able to walk right out into the middle of the street with my camera, to photograph the floats and bands and marchers as they approached me … scampering out of the way only at the last moment.
Admittedly, Portland is a much bigger city than a tiny village of a thousand people somewhere in the midwest … but it still felt like “small town America” to me, and it was a great spectacle to watch. I got the impression that many of the visitors and observers standing along the street actually knew the people marching past them … and in any case, the marchers laughed and smiled and walked right up to us, handing out little pieces of candy to all of the children. Maybe next year I’ll go looking for a really small Thanksgiving parade in one of those tiny midwest-America villages, before retreating back to the Big Apple to watch the spectacle of thousands of marchers parading past millions of observers, and a TV audience of tens of millions …
I wish that I had taken some video clips of the parade, because the sounds and the music and the motion were a big part of what we experienced. But for better or worse, all I took was a bunch of traditional still photos. Actually, I took a LOT of still photos — nearly a thousand, altogether — but I’ve winnowed the collection down to 50 “keepers” that I hope will give you a sense of what Thanksgiving is all about…
Actually, if you live anywhere besides New York City here in the U S of A, you already know what Thanksgiving is all about, at least to the extent that it’s symbolized by the parade. But for those of us who spend most our time in New York City, it was a very pleasant experience indeed. After an hour, it was all over; we walked back to our car a block away, and drove back to our son’s house … and a day later, we were back in New York City. And thus ended another Thanksgiving holiday, at least until 2014.
Right after the entry to the Chinese Garden in Portland. Note the great paving, stones put in 'vertically' in patterns resembling the doors. This paving 'grid' constantly shifts in your perspective as you move to make lines or squares or sort of random patterns.
ISO 100 - 17mm - f/10 - 60 Sec - Canon T1i - Tamron 17-50mm f/2.8
Yesterday was an awesome MLK day. Made lunch and explored downtown with family, hung out at Powell's Books for 3 hours reading photography books and magazines, shared a gyro with my girlfriend, then a friend picked us up in downtown Portland and we went exploring for some fun night shots of Portland. This is the first place we stopped. Sitting above the tunnel on HW 26 before it connects with 405. Super cool. I found this spot from a fellow flickrite who shared with me how to get to this stunning local.
Pretty much straight off my camera. Just a slight crop & rotation to level out the horizon and some .1 color changes in saturation.
Over a thousand people, including a large march of mothers, demonstrated for racial justice and against Donald Trump’s insertion of Federal officers in Portland,
Thousands of activists rally outside the Hatfield Federal Courthouse in Portland, Oregon. The activists were protesting the presence of federal officers in the city, and continuing the Black Lives Matter protests that started after the murder of George Floyd.
Portland has been roiled by nightly protests following the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis. President Donald Trump said he sent federal agents to Oregon’s largest city to halt the unrest but state and local officials say they are making the situation worse.
The clashes in Portland have further inflamed the nation’s political tensions and triggered a crisis over the limits of federal power as Trump moves to send U.S. officers to other Democratic-led cities he says are violent.