There was a protest and march in Portland, Oregon on the evening of the inauguration. I went down with a promise (to myself) I'd make it home early so we could all get ready for Saturday's march. I built a new, water-proof pocket-notebook and caught an empty #4 out of St Johns.
I could barely hear the speakers over the crowd at the Square. I watched friends and joined the march as far as the Morrison Bridge. I left briefly, but rejoined near Burnside and then left again before the police started hitting the marchers (and passerby) with tear gas canisters and rubber bullets.
Here are the larger drawings copied later from the soggy, little ones.