PDX with Canon Canonet QL17 GIII

I love Portland.  Especially when it’s not raining cats and dogs, or just plain grey.  

We lucked out with the weather again – this is the 3rd or 4th trip up where we’ve had spectacular weather.  We stayed with wonderful friends at their beautiful home in Southeast Portland, Jen and I walked the Pearl District and held hands and made googly eyes at each other, we ate great food (if someone asks you to dinner at Olympic Provisions, the answer is YES) and I even got to go on a commercial photo shoot with my cousin Brian Lincoln, who is a working professional photographer.  

Speaking of Brian, he taught me a lot just by letting me hang out with him in his studio for a few hours.  We talked light, we talked photography, we talked enjoyment and we even talked a bit of gear.  So appreciative to get to spend some quality time with him.  Not just family, but a great friend.

And now?  Film photography with this little beauty:

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Canon Canonet with ND4 filter and bitchen square hood

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Porch Light

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Porch Light 2 of 2

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Under the 405

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Tanner Springs Park, Fremont Bridge in background

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Brian

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Dolls at Cargo

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Horse-Dog-Wolf at Cargo

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Reading at Barista

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Jen pointedly ignores the camera at Keen

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Lizard Lounge doodads

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Space Invader, Irving Street

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Window light reading, Powell’s

 

Chops, baked potatoes, sliced tomatoes

Chops, baked potatoes, sliced tomatoes

A woman peruses the menu at San Francisco’s John’s Grill. John’s Grill is one of those places in San Francisco that is filled with history and photographs of many of its famous patrons as any self-respecting, well-established, hundred-plus year old steakhouse should be.

Aside from its longstanding spot on Ellis Street, the restaurant is famous for a scene in the Dashielle Hammett novel, The Maltese Falcon. The title of the photo above is what Hammett’s fictional character, Sam Spade orders in the novel. That dish is also on the menu. Sadly, I didn’t hear what she wound up ordering.

We like to stop by here on quiet weekends when the place isn’t jammed with tourists. Such was the case yesterday when we had a seat at the tiny bar for an Anchor Steam and toasted Miles Archer, the poor bastard. 🙂