Crow Park

For my first three years in Portland, I lived on lower Mellen street near Deering Oaks park. I called it "crow park" as it always seemed full of crows and mostly lacking in the enormous seagulls that dominate the rest of the town. I liked to imagine it was their little bit of hard-won turf in their underdog struggle for the garbage of Portland. I rarely get over to this area of town in the mornings anymore, but I headed over to the park in the morning and set up station on a park bench. There was a cool fog over the park, just below 40 degrees, my actual idea of perfect weather to be outside for a couple of hours. I was able to take over 200 photos of them though they were still very skittish.