After a late Thanksgiving dinner I got restless and drove around in the rain. Eugene is a smallish city, so doesn’t have a lot of the intense urban energy that makes shooting in a big city so much more exciting (or so I imagine, anyway). But despite its reputation as a hippie holdout (a mini-Portlandia, if you will), Eugene is still at heart a working-class town.
This is the Park Avenue Market. Since we moved here in 1997, it’s gone through three changes of ownership. The current owners are two brothers, young college students, the sons of immigrants from India, and they seem to work 24/7. Thanksgiving and Christmas nights are about the only times the parking lot is empty.
Some more shots in the rain here.