ROSE CITY MARCH.
I have lived in Portland for over a decade, yet until this past weekend, I had never been to the Rose Parade. Although we did not camp out the night before or put duct tape on the sidewalk to secure our spots or wake up at 5:30 am to save a seat or bring folding chairs for a more comfortable viewing experience, we did show up. But we showed up late, which meant that we missed the moment when the Fred Meyer Bear cut the ribbon to commence festivities; and we also missed the Alaska Airlines float, whose passengers were doling out free blow-up airplane hats. We were, however, lucky enough to witness the passing of 1,000 high school marching bands playing DAY-O; several utility-company floats with CEO’s blowing bubbles and waving to the cheering crowd; and an out-of synch, khaki-clad troop of American Boy Scouts. And now I can’t stop dreaming about marching, snare drums, and big green feathers in my wool hat.
Glad you are prepping those boys for the sandpoint parade
love these! i’ve never captured a parade how i want to, these are beautiful!
march on bean-ie, march on…
Sawyer’s hairstyle is so cool, I like it..eventhough I miss his previous impossibly untamed hair..:)))