Showing posts with label ferry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ferry. Show all posts
2.7.16
20.11.14
November Walks
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Ghost signage, Seattle viaduct |
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Shadows, Wayne Morse Park, Eugene OR |
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Ferry deck, Puget Sound |
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Coulon Park, Renton WA |
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Crows, Renton WA |
29.7.12
Leftovers
A few abstracts from a brief jaunt to the Olympic Peninsula this weekend.
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Kingston ferry dock |
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Abandoned Port Angeles oiltanks |
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Port Angeles |
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Pool, defunct Port Angeles motel |
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Port Townsend |
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Mobile antuique shop, Port Townsend |
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Truck panels, Kingston ferry |
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port angeles,
port townsend,
still life
22.12.11
Moonsnare
View from the bow of the Whidbey Island ferry on a night-time run...
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea--
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
From poetry.literaturelearning.org
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea--
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
- Eugene Field
From poetry.literaturelearning.org
11.7.11
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