It's windy, you say?

Back on November 3 as I waited for the 4 bus at the corner of SW 5th and Salmon, leaves swirled and flew. Then I saw this lady waiting to cross SW 5th, her hair flying every which way. Couldn't resist snapping a few.

Walking to keep up, but still wanting to look around before turning the corner to catch the MAX

Taken on blustery April 15, 2009, aboard the 18 bus on SW 2nd, headed home after work.

Swinging along in SE Portland

OK, so I'm chicken. I can't yet get myself to ask someone to let me photograph them for the blog. First, I don't want to slow them down when they so clearly have somewhere to go. Second, I don't want to be told no. Third, I don't want to be looked at like I've gone off the deep end. I know--cluck, cluck, cluck.

So until I can figure out how to get a backbone about this, I'll continue to have out-of-the-ordinary photos of intriguing Portlanders.

I like her grays and blacks, her layers, her beret, her shoulder bag, her shoes, and her exuberant stepping out walk. I took these photos last Wednesday on SE Hawthorne at 11th. It was after work, extremely windy and cold. I had been fooled by the sunshine into thinking it was warmer, so after I got outside, I had to put on my hat, my scarf and my gloves.


You can see the difference in the swing of her skirt, between this photo taken beside a building and the first one, taken as she crossed the street.

Man Flying Down the Beach

Mama and I went to see the beach at Lincoln City, Oregon, on Sept. 11. I had taken a mental health day off from work so we could enjoy a field trip of sorts, to play the penny machines at Spirit Mountain and to go see the beach, too.

Little did we know that we'd see this man with his parachute. I guess that's what you call it--it certainly looked like a parachute. In this photo, he's in a sitting position, heels digging into the sand as the wind swiftly pulls him along the beach. I felt some anxiety for his safety, but he certainly seemed to glory in the speed and power of the wind.