Light moves through

Dusk Grown Grain

Portland industry seems, to me, winsome: the train whistle of another era, the river ships at their slips by silo and rail hearkening back toward a lonely sunset voyage into the captain’s wilderness. A wonderful moment to witness and shoot from my bike, on the Broadway Bridge.

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