Windmill, Southeast Portland

Until a few weeks ago, I would walk Suzanne to sleep almost every night: tuck her into the sling, and walk the streets of Woodstock up and down, round and round, trying to avoid crossing the major thoroughfares, enjoying the sites and sounds. The skies at sunset are awesome at this time of year.

This windmill was one of the things we encountered. I like it.

(And this video, brief though it is, is a textbook illustration of why tripods are important.)