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I HAVE A BOOTH at the GRESHAM ART FESTIVAL on SATURDAY, JULY 15th from 9am - 5pm


My photography booth will be up on 3rd Street (close to Main) in downtown Gresham from 9 AM to 5 PM on Saturday, July 15


This was my Portland Sunday Parkways booth from before. This year's booth will look pretty much the same...just a little bit older...and with new images from here in Portland and around the Pacific Northwest.

 Miller Island, Columbia Gorge


 Dry Falls, Central Washington


Waterfront Park, Portland OR

This festival will also mark the debut of my home-made note-cards!

This is just one of ten different themes.


More than 150 juried artists will be spread out along Main St. and 3rd St. offering their wares, plus, you can shop in Downtown Gresham and listen to live performances—though what kind of performances, I'm not sure. Here is the link to the pertinent page: https://greshamoregon.gov/Gresham-Arts-Festival/

I'm not technically going to be doing any performances, but if it's going to be hot, you're welcome to come and watch me sweat. I'm thinking about doing some kind of pool where you can bet on how much sweat I'll be able to collect in a graduated measuring vessel by the end of the day—unless that's gross.

I hope to see you.

Comments

  1. That's so aweosme! Even the sweating part. I WILL purchase some of those stunning notecards.

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  2. The big question I guess is what size graduated cylinder to use?

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  3. Great job Scott! Wish I could be there. Sending great vibes from all of us!

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  4. Take the cup . I'll bet on 1.3 cups of sweat.

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