Portland, Ore. (2013)

Portland, Ore. (2013)

Portland, Ore. (2013)

Portland, Ore. (2013)

Took a walk along Portland’s southeastern edge in the Brentwood-Darlington neighborhood. For the first (and second) time since I started taking photos around town, I was confronted by somebody whose house or car I was photographing.

It happened as soon as I started walking down the street from my car and came across the house pictured above. I already felt uneasy about being on the outskirts, and as soon as I took this photo a man emerged from the house next door and asked if I had taken a picture.

He was very cool about it, and told me how he and his father used to hunt up in Canada. Now, he said, there are more people than deer, so he don’t hunt anymore. He also told me that his neighbor across the street was a jerk, and he wished me a good day.

The second incident also involved an old man. I had taken a photo of his lawn, and when he came out and asked if I had taken a picture, I said I had, and that he had a beautiful lawn (he did). He couldn’t really hear me. He just kinda looked at me for a while, maybe wondering what I was saying to him. Eventually he wished me a good day, and told me to enjoy the sun while we had it.

Portland, Ore. (2013)

Portland, Ore. (2013)