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Or as Kev used to call it… Mountain Hood. Some things from a childhood we just don’t forget. My brother calling Mt. Hood Mountain Hood is one of them. He’s 40 now, but to me he’ll always be my little brother with his own great perspective on things.
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We took a trip out Marine Drive the other day, stopping to get a few shots of this plane taking off and also of the mountain. It was freezing, the wind whipping up along the river out of the gorge. Brrrr. But the shots were nice.
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The house itself isn’t the only thing they light up at this place… the backyard, trees, and out buildings all get the same treatment.
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Besides going to the raceway to see the lights, we also stopped, on the way to the raceway, to take some pictures of this victorian. They light this place up every year and it is, always, really beautiful.
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It’s Christmas time in the city. I guess that’s no big surprise, but fun to say none the less. Anyway… I digress. We decided to go see the lights at the Portland International Raceway last night. It’s something they do every year. Set up lights all along the track and then let people drive through and look at them. For a fee of course, but mostly for charity, which is cool.There we were… Karen, Kev, Weston, and I, all driving along, sipping chai (all but Weston… well, he might of gotten a taste or two off of a lid), and looking at the lights. Karen drove so I could take pictures. Some turned out OK, others… well… not so much. But I’m strange, no surprise there to those who know me, and sometimes I’m a big fan of the photo that didn’t turn out exactly right. In fact, sometimes I like them better than what was intended. So… blurry… hey, that’s OK by me.
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