That’s what we now refer to Industrial Southeast Portland as. I had a photo date with my partner in face-stuffing this weekend and, even though after I threw my camera bag into her car we just sat on my street trying to figure out what to do for 5 minutes, we ended up having a most marvelous time.
First, we lunched at Montage, a place that’s becoming near and dear to my heart with each visit. Lots of photo geekery ensued, as you can imagine.
Afterwards we meandered towards the Eastbank Esplanade and walked off our biscuit sandwiches. As we scooted down the Burnside Bridge we overheard skateboarders below and had to check it out. I felt like the biggest loser there — especially when we were so stuck in our viewfinders that we were startled by the clank! of skateboards hitting the concrete inches from our faces.
Still, the vibe was awesome and the light was awesome-er. Even though we knew we were being total photo dorks everywhere we went, no one went out of their way to remind us.
What a good day. Thanks, Allyson!