As I was getting directions to a dinner party last week, I noticed that I would be in the hills on a street called "Vista." Seems like there's only one reason it would be named such a thing; I threw my camera and tripod in the car just in case. On the way there, I noticed the glorious view, and was particularly enchanted by the blue‐green lights of the convention center.
The dinner party was lovely, and as we drove home, I forced my roommates to stand with me in the cold midnight air so I could take a few photos. Unfortunately, the lights at the convention center were no longer aglow, but everything else was a lovely purple hue.
Just today, my prints arrived (and I had just been thinking to myself, "someday, my prints will come!") and I eagerly opened them to see how they turned out. I showed my roommates. I loved the responses. "We live there?" "That doesn't look like Portland. That looks like Las Vegas." "Wait, I was standing next to you when you took that photograph? I don't remember seeing that."
They still don't have titles, but they will be available for purchase soon.