Up until a couple of weeks ago, I had never been on a photowalk.

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Up until a couple of weeks ago, I had never even heard of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photowalking" target="_blank"><strong>photowalk.  </strong></a>

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Until my friend Sam, who is a <strong><a href="http://samfrancisco.me/" target="_blank">Photography Goddess</a>,</strong> invited me to one held in Portland's Chinatown prior to the <a href="http://worlddominationsummit.com/" target="_blank"><strong>World Domination Summit</strong></a><strong><a href="http://worlddominationsummit.com/" target="_blank">.</a>    </strong>

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I didn't need to be a real photographer or own a fancy-schmancy camera à la Sam.  Point-and-shooters were welcome!  Yay!

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Here's what I learned:

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Photowalks are fun.  You take a few photos when things that are important to you strike your fancy.

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You make new friends and you talk.  A lot.  And completely lose track of time.

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When the dear old friend who invited you asks you how many photos, you fudge and say, "Oh...I don't know...20 or 30?"  When you know damn well that you maybe took ten.  Oops!

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But making the new friend was worth the artistic sacrifice.

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And besides, when your dear old friend is a Photography Goddess, you know that her photos taken with her fancy-schmancy camera are going to turn out better than yours anyway.  Because she can make something as mundane as a crappy old car look bloody fantastic!

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car

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See?

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