Let's finish up with the Occupy Portland photos. These are from October 15th, when Occupy Portland joined up with a peace protest that I do not know the name of.





It's amazing how much you can assume about someone given so little actual information.






I loved this little old lady. You can't tell but she is wearing a purple tiara. Sometimes I do just want to throw my hands up and say, 'Yeah, let's eat the rich. Let's nom nom nom that shit.'






Being a photographer is interesting. You go in there wanting to really capture everything as it is, present it unbiasedly. Then the photographer brain looks at the little kid with the rain boots or the studded guy with the anarchy sign and says, 'Ooh! Photo that! That's interesting! Click click!' It was in this march that a man with a massive, probably balls-expensive SLR took a photo of me chanting, mouth wide, meeting the lens with an uncertain stare, from all of 30 inches away. I was a bit irritated with him, assuming that he was picking out the stereotypical Portland youth with weird-colored hair so that he could spin the Occupy story his way. But then again, I took the photos of the little kids and the anarchists. Some things just stand out as being more photographable.