Porchlandia-Portland Porches at Night

It’s 23 degrees and it’s trash night. All the barrels are out by the curb and they make the perfect resting spot for my camera and some long-exposure photography. My New English roots have all but withered, I have no endurance for this weather. I am layered in a t-shirt, sweater, hooded sweatshirt and a down vest. Gloves. Scarf. Crowned with a Russian style “Mad Bomber” hat. Luckily, it’s dark.