Josh and I were driving across the Fremont Bridge on the way back from the airport and realized our car was weaving a little bit. When we got across the bridge we realized that we had a flat tire. Welcome back to Portland!
June 30, 2009
#122
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ~Dorothea Lange
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