
The daily commute for my day-job has changed.
While it is longer, I now traverse through downtown Portland. Half-asleep and out of my funky Northeast basement bungalow by 6AM, into the crisp air, onto a bus with my fellow morning commuters. I always wonder where they are going and what they will be doing, but I never ask. I wait under the overpass next to the Rose garden, with the sound of cars travelling over my head.
Onto the Max (yes the "Lightrail") and head west for about an hour. For the first couple weeks of this new commute, I drove my wagon into the festering freeways, about a half hour commute. But now I find that I am happier with my longer commute via public transportation.
I have the time, space, and moments to reflect, and to take pictures like these while the scenery blurs past.
--Kristian