“I had a bacterial infection when I was two that turned into gangrene. People don’t believe all the things I can do. Like write. I have some of the best handwriting in my class.” She put her arms together to show me how she would hold a pencil or pen. 

“Are you in school?" 

"Well I just finished medical school to become a medical assistant.” Just then she got a phone call, swiped open the touch screen and effortlessly held the phone up to her ear. I waited patiently as she tried to work out some logistics with a family member. “That was my grandma. She’s on her way to pick me up and take me to my dance studio." 

"You dance?" 

"Yeah, you should come to my performance." 

I told her I would absolutely love to.

“I was having a conversation with my brother about feminism  when the topic came up over whether he thought women should be able to serve in the army. This was before women could fight in the front lines. His point of view was that men do all of these things for women, and the fact that women want to be in the army shows disrespect and doesn’t acknowledge all those things that men do for women. And I thought, ‘That’s not the point.’ I think it’s interesting that two people that were raised in the same environment by the same people could have such different viewpoints.”

She asked “Is this for (insert name of another street portrait blog)? There are a lot of you guys out here." 

It’s true, there is a global trend of Humans of, People of, Portraits of Persons of, Souls of projects. I can name at least 3 others here in Portland, including two different projects by the name of People of Portland, and another called Persons in Common. 

We are hungry for authentic connections with each other. We want to listen and we want to be heard. We all have a story to tell. It’s inspiring to see the people of this great city being willing and inspired to share their time to help us all connect with one another. Salud!

Check them out!

“I went to college on a football scholarship and joined a fraternity and all I did was party. It took me until I was in my 30s to decide to go back to school and actually do something with it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to be a chef. I cook everything, but I don’t like to follow the recipe. My teacher will come by and say, ‘just once, do it my way.’ but I’m like 'No, I’m going to do it my way.’”

I was an architecture student and I had a way of doing things differently than everyone else. My professors kept telling me that my work needed to look a certain way, and when we would do pin boards of our work, everyone else’s would have the same look to it. I know it affected the way those teachers graded my work. It’s one of the reasons I don’t go to that school anymore. But I’m making my own way. I’m about to start my own design firm.“


I’ll enjoy remembering that the minute I entered the shop, I was enamored by the feeling of being there, among all the rocks and gemstones and artwork. Adar was a part of that presence; he had an unconflicted sense of purpose and indifference about him with a weightiness that invokes the feeling of being next to something both great and humble. Like precious rocks. Like humans.