Awake

Under the St Johns Bridge

It was a damp and drizzly day in North Portland, but nevertheless me, my second cousin, and my first cousin once removed in-law were determined to have our photo outing that we've been talking about since the summer. I used a Chico shopping bag to cover my camera from the rain (and a nearby fir tree to cover me). I would retreat to the shelter of the fir tree to chamois away raindrops from my lens, then dash out to capture an image (then dash back under the tree again). We finally decided that it wasn't worth getting our cameras wet (even though one of us (not me!) had a weather-proof camera) and on our way up and out of the park, turned to find this beautiful view of the arches all lined up, that we missed on the way down because there was a portrait shoot going on and we had gone around it when we arrived. Just then, the rain pretty much ceased, except for a few monster drops, falling from the bridge above, and we were able to pause at the top of the stairs and take a few shots of the archways beneath the great St Johns Bridge. A wet trip, but a memorable one.

The end.