Fridays are tough. They seem like they stretch on forever, and I'm antsy to get out of the dark and windowless photo studio and see the big picture view of the world...sky and trees and fresh air.
My morning commute starts before dawn, through the cold fog. (Figurative and literal, since I haven't had coffee yet, my brain is as foggy as the highway)
Then I spend my day on details. (I'll explain this part of my job some other day)
On the commute home I take a different, more idyllic route. It calms me down and reconnects me with the outside world.
When I got home, I grabbed my camera and tripod and spent the evening at one of my favorite places:
It's a century-old farmhouse situated on an acre of land in what is now SE Portland, about 10 minutes from downtown.
The house and garden have been restored by two amazing artists and their friends into an delightful showcase for their pottery and other designs.
A couple of times a year they open it to the public and sell their pottery and let people tour the garden.
I love seeing it in the spring, but I think their Halloween sale is the best!