Yesterday was an abnormally beautiful day in Portland. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the sky was a perfect shade of blue... it was a cliché kind of day for everywhere but the Pacific Northwest. And it could not have arrived a moment too soon.
I was practically panicking trying to figure out what to do with myself and the gorgeous weather. I had a few errands to run (I found a shopping center with a Crate and Barrel and a Container Store and an Anthropologie... dangerous. More on that later), but once those were over I had a whole afternoon and no plans. Usually on my last day of work for the week I scout out my guide books and pick the perfect activities for my day off so I don't waste a minute, but last night I was so beat that I passed out at 10:00pm and completely forgot to do my homework.
After rifling through pages and not being able to decide on anything (it was already 1:30 and I was afraid of trying out a hike that was too far away) I remembered that the Woodburn Annual Tulip Festival was going on this month, and it seemed like a perfect day to be out and taking photos of flowers.
The drive there was 45 minutes, but divine, because it took me through acres of vineyards, open farmland, and stretches of green with a beautiful mountain backdrop the whole way. It was all I could do not to stop the car every five minutes and take photos. But I restrained myself and instead spent the afternoon taking photos of the rows and rows of tulips that were coming into full bloom.
As for the rest, I will let the photos speak for themselves.
