I went for a walk yesterday during lunch. I went down to the riverfront, where the Willamette river was swollen with the recent rainfall. The river was running high and fast, brown and muddy. Walking in a freezing downpour, I crossed over the Hawthorne bridge, and along the east bank. I stopped at the Portland Fire Bureau’s Emergency Medical Services station. I took some pictures as I went, including a series of photos I hope to stitch together into a panorama. Few of the pictures turned out, though. The only one I liked is this one:
Cold water seeped down the back of my neck, and the roar of traffic from Interstate 5, only a few yards away, was deafening. I came back via the Morrison bridge, and returned to the office thoroughly soaked and chilled to the bone. I didn’t feel warm for the rest of the day.