An afternoon at Mercer Slough, named afer one of the founders of Seattle, which occurs in an area that was under water before the City lowered Lake Washington to make the Montlake ship canal.
This is the fish ladder, installed for the pleasure of such local characters as the peamouth minnow, for the annual Day of Spawning.
An attempt at keeping wily rocks in line. I'm reminded of the day I spent at the Paris bird market, where pigeons strutted unconcernedly among cages of budgies and finches.
Slabs of Mystery.
Ah, now I see: This crop of girders has now bloomed, a steel version of the little native ferns.