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my cousin annie at a coffee shop in portland.

the aged sellwood bridge looms in the background over this concrete bench.

the glass doesn’t always care whether it is half full or half empty. sometimes it’s simply content to provide water.

the upward view of a lamp at a park during dusk.

a well-worn stool sits poised, ready to be used in this studio space.

looking across the train tracks to the hillside.

the sun rises over the south waterfront with mt. hood in the background.

clouds streak through the evening sky looking into the west.

there is a forgotten bench covered in moss in the park.

i set out for the dock by my work to take photos of the houseboats as the fog was rolling in, but this little lady bug caught my attention.