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Today we went on a personal mission that was a something of a fail. Not a disaster, but something we could have done without.
Digital photography, though, means that no fail is a thorough fail. We at least have some photos that scream Old Portland.
NE Broadway in the Rose Quarter area. A lot has changed, but it still looks like Old Portland when you get this angle.
On N. Larrabee Avenue, which is the name of the street that you approach Interstate Avenue northbound from the Memorial Coliseum, there is this grain elevator. It's part of working Old Portland; I'm cheered by, despite all the up-towning we done around here lately, the Willamette harbor is still a working harbor all the way into the city center.
And, if you take a picture at the right moment, the city seems deserted, just like scenes out my favorite apocalyptic movies.
Fremont Bridge from the Larrabee merge onto N. Interstate Ave. Same feel, same deserted look, same cloudbank being held back by the range of the Tualatin Mountains in Forest Park.
Digital photography, though, means that no fail is a thorough fail. We at least have some photos that scream Old Portland.
NE Broadway in the Rose Quarter area. A lot has changed, but it still looks like Old Portland when you get this angle.
On N. Larrabee Avenue, which is the name of the street that you approach Interstate Avenue northbound from the Memorial Coliseum, there is this grain elevator. It's part of working Old Portland; I'm cheered by, despite all the up-towning we done around here lately, the Willamette harbor is still a working harbor all the way into the city center.
And, if you take a picture at the right moment, the city seems deserted, just like scenes out my favorite apocalyptic movies.
Fremont Bridge from the Larrabee merge onto N. Interstate Ave. Same feel, same deserted look, same cloudbank being held back by the range of the Tualatin Mountains in Forest Park.
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