Portland is a great place for many reasons, but one of them is how seamlessly the city gives way to nature. I think about driving down Burnside towards the west hills. One minute you are in a thriving city, then you go through a stop light and are in the middle of a forest. It’s easy to forget you are a 10 minute drive from downtown Portland when visiting the Japanese Garden. It is peaceful and meticulously cared for. Whatever the season, whatever the weather, the Japanese Garden is always absolutely stunning. Every time I visit, I get amazing photos. It is a must visit for anyone and is on my list of places to bring guests. Read More
I don’t like to wake up early. I don’t use a tripod as often as I should. I forget my flash all the time. I don’t like spending a lot of time editing. I don’t title or tag my photos; Worst of all, I’m a homebody at heart. This is why I’m a lazy photographer, but all of this can be a good thing. Despite calling myself lazy, however, I will do what is needed to get the photo I want, it’s just not always easy. Read More
About 45 minutes north of Portland, after a scenic drive through the country, you will find the Cedar Creek Grist Mill. Built in 1876, the mill was restored to working condition by The Friends of the Cedar Creek Grist Mill in 1989 and is now on the National Register of Historic Places. It is a great place for photos with a rushing river, scenic foliage, and a covered bridge. I visited in the early spring and it was still wet and overcast. The clouds help make the light better for photos as the mill is only open mid afternoon on the weekends.
When I first moved to the pacific northwest, I lived about 10 minutes from the Pittock Mansion. The contrast from Florida made it fascinating to me and It quickly become one of my favorite places to visit in Portland. It’s close to the city, the grounds are free to visit, and the view is amazing! It’s one of those places that I go back to over and over agin no matter the time of year. Frequently, if I have an extra 30 or 40 minutes, I’ll head over to Pittock just to take in the view or get a few photos of the various flowers blooming. Read More
I am a fan of coffee… actually let me rephrase that…I am a fan of coffee culture. What’s the difference? I am not a coffee expert, the way I drink coffee would probably offend coffee purists; I put too much sugar in it sometimes and don’t get overly concerned about what region it came from or the “toffee notes” etc. that are present in this one verses that one. I do know when I like a particular coffee or when I don’t. All that being said, I love coffee shops and appreciate good independent coffee shops of all types. This really came into focus upon moving to Portland.
Spring in Portland
I love spring in the northwest. Growing up in Florida, I didn’t really get to experience seasons, it’s either hot or really hot with an occasional cold front during the “winter” that would bring it down into the 40s. “Spring” means oak trees throwing yellow pollen on everything, it was wonderful for my allergies. Eyes watering, sneezing, runny nose, etc. Since moving to Portland, I have had much better luck with allergy attacks.
The thing with having diversity of seasons is that you learn to appreciate each one because of its brevity. This tree in my back yard will only look like this for a couple of weeks each spring; during the winter it’s just a bunch of empty branches, and after it blooms, it will fill with green leaves. Portland comes alive in the spring with flowers starting to bloom in March continuing into April and one of my favorites are the cherry blossoms on the waterfront. Read More
So I’m starting a blog and it’s called….
No, this is not a Matchbox Twenty fan site. If you know me, the play on words is obvious, but since I’m hoping that more than just my inner circle of friends read this, you might be expecting someone taking pictures of their favorite Matchbox Cars in exotic locations around the world. While this is surely a unique concept, and I was very fond of Matchbox cars growing up (I had quite the collection that my parents probably still have in the garage) that description would be a little off the mark. Let me explain…