100 people in one day.

Jenna and I made our goal of approaching 100 strangers and taking their photos.
The morning was frustrating as we both thought Portland would be more lively on a Saturday morning. That was not the case at all. After 37 strangers’ photos and thousands of complaints, whines, and doubts later, we ate lunch at Mother’s with Jenna’s friend, Coralie. Sidenote: the sandwiches and the trifle there are life-changing.
During lunch, as me and Jenna complained some more, Coralie, who is Portland-savvy, told us about Hawthorne. However, the doubts (mine at least) were still festering.
Wrong! Within two hours we made our quota, while it had taken five hours to get our 37 earlier. We could have taken more photos, but come on, after 7 hours of walking, we were tired.

This experience definitely inspired me to approach people I wouldn’t normally approach. There will definitely be another expedition!

The pictures below are the ones I took.

-Dev 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Pictures of Strangers

Tonight I will head down to Vancouver,WA to visit Jenna, one of my photog friends, who has known me before I knew me. This week we've been completely giddy at the fact that we are going to Portland,OR on Saturday to take photos of 100 strangers in one day.

We plan to find out a little bit about each person like their name, age, occupation, etc. and post the photos and their info on our new blog (co-blog?), Pictures of People We do Not Know.

Eeek! The excitement is intolerable!

Meanwhile, here is a photo I took of Tim Lawson, a Canadian folk singer/songwriter, from a few years ago on my way to Victoria, B.C. He was a stranger until I found out a little bit about him. He's a really cool guy!

Tailgating

I have always liked football. As I found out this past Fall, the game itself is only half of game day. Not even half, actually. The day of every Husky football game, I woke up at 4:45 am (eww...) so I could be down at Husky Stadium at 6:30 am to start tailgating with my good friends at "Friends of Frank Tailgating".

Each grueling Saturday morning I woke up, looked at my clock and thought, "Why am I doing this?" 10 hours and 200 plates of served food later, I thought, "I love this!" And then I would continue to serve an average of 200 more people as kickoff drew closer.

We (me, my dad, and little brother) never got home before midnight; and all we could think about was after setting up our equipment, cooking breakfast for our crew, prepping food, cooking food, laughing and talking with people we had never met (all 400 of them), breaking down our equipment and cleaning everything and then going to the game, we had worked 20 hours without stopping. But it was always rewarding no matter how tired we were.

The thing that I love most about tailgating with Frank, is that he doesn't charge anything for the food we make for people. People can make donations if they want but if they don't have the money, we'll just give them more food! Portions are never slim. Maybe that's why hundreds of people try to find us before the game!

But it's not just serving people food and hearing them saying Frank's food is the best, it's about getting to know people and connecting with them over a common interest -- football.

I really hope to join Frank and all my other friends during this coming Fall. Tailgating is something I don't plan on giving up anytime soon.

Kids!

I've been babysitting since 2005 and have seen kids do a lot of silly things, stupid things, mean things, and, once in a while, nice things.  I decided to post some photos of some of my favorite kids.