Capturing Portland with Keri Friedman
For nine months of the year, we Portlanders tread through puddles, shoulders slumped and hoods pulled tight as we scrunch our faces against the sideways rain. Around here the saying, “Umbrellas are for tourists” is about as common as “Keep Portland Weird”. We’ve become one with the rain. With the first glimmers of sunlight we emerge, pale and confused, from…