View of the city from above. September, 2015
The calming effects of dusk cover the city. My rooftop view as the sun sets and the clouds take over. One by one the lights begin to come on. Soon night will begin.
I have always been fascinated with this building every since I moved to Columbus…although, not enough that I have actually looked it up to see what goes on inside of it. I enjoy the vagueness of the sign. Most of all I enjoy the use of the Helvetica typeface, which is very fitting for the vagueness of the sign. The clouds were coming in Sunday, blocking the Blood Moon from our view, but allowed me to capture this shot.
My family and I went walking downtown last evening and made our way down by the Scioto River just in time to say goodbye to the sun for the day.
I went to my first MeetUp group last night. It was a group for photographers to meet each other. We walked a bit downtown after having dinner and one of the members took us on top of one of the buildings he works in. We stayed up there from dusk till the sun went completely down, looking over the city and taking photographs. This was one of the views before the sun set.
Some of the ever changing colors of “The Big Pink” in Portland, Oregon.
Sometimes the powerful looming presence of a building grabs my attention.
I kept seeing all of these locks along the river when we were riding our bikes. Anywhere that there was fencing, I would see these locks piled up like in the image above. So when we got back to the bike shop to return the bikes I had to ask the owner what was going on with all the locks. The story goes that lovers go down along the river and solidify their love by placing a lock on the fence. He said eventually when the locks get all piled up, they start to put too much weight on the fence and the city has to come and cut them off. After hearing that, my question is whether or not this affected the relationships that were locked up. I guess the moral of the story is not put the future of your love in some outsider’s hands and do not waste your money on expensive locks to place on city property.
An old Masi chained up along a bike rack in downtown Portland, Oregon.
We passed this new bridge while exploring Portland on bicycles.