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Showing posts with label northwest. Show all posts
22.2.11
19.10.10
Hut of the Week
Brokeback cabin, in what remains of Liberty, Washington. Imagine the sound of cicadas and wind in the aspens, the smell of fir and decaying cedar.
11.9.10
Govan #2: Illumination
East of Grand Coulee Dam, Govan is in the dead center of Washington, dead being the operative word. Virtually all that's left is this two-room schoolhouse. I clambered up into it and a huge white barn-owl clattered up to the rafters. The floor was littered with its white and mouse-boney pellets. Through the missing shingles, brilliant sunlight cut through the dusty air.
7.6.10
Green Folks
A few human interest shots from the Green Fest.
Giant salmon.
There's something rather Marc Chagall about this scene.
Giant octopoid.
Giant clam.
Sparing the water.
Sparing the chemicals.
Sparing surplus fetuses.
Giant salmon.
There's something rather Marc Chagall about this scene.
Giant octopoid.
Giant clam.
Sparing the water.
Sparing the chemicals.
Sparing surplus fetuses.
20.5.10
To the Lighthouse (Pt. 1)
Visited the historical lighthouse in Westport, built around World War I. The tallest on the West Coast, it is still functional and guides ships into Grays Harbor (no apostrophe!).
They have tours, and even allow cameras, which, given the current terrorist phobia is a happy surprise.
Ironically this view up the shaft reminds me of looking deep into someone's eye. It's a long, steep climb, but not as bad as York Minster, which nearly killed me last year.
The original kerosene lamp, its massive lens contained by this ornate cast-iron grillwork, had to be adjusted by regulating airflow -- opening and closing vents in the walls. There was no electricity in the building, so the only light at night came from the lamp itself. These holes in the ceiling allowed you to ascertain whether the lamp was "trimmed" properly.
An additional vent at the top of the dome, with struts supporting the roof.
Stay tuned for shots of the lens itself...
They have tours, and even allow cameras, which, given the current terrorist phobia is a happy surprise.
Ironically this view up the shaft reminds me of looking deep into someone's eye. It's a long, steep climb, but not as bad as York Minster, which nearly killed me last year.
The original kerosene lamp, its massive lens contained by this ornate cast-iron grillwork, had to be adjusted by regulating airflow -- opening and closing vents in the walls. There was no electricity in the building, so the only light at night came from the lamp itself. These holes in the ceiling allowed you to ascertain whether the lamp was "trimmed" properly.
An additional vent at the top of the dome, with struts supporting the roof.
Stay tuned for shots of the lens itself...
18.5.10
Westport Child (Slight Return)
Nocturne, Westport WA
Ha - that one jolted you, didn't it! Relax, you didn't hit the wrong blog and I haven't temporarily lost my mind.
So, as you might deduce, I revisited the coast last weekend. I have to grudgingly admit that a flock o' brown pelicans soaring against a raging Pacific sunset is awesome and beautiful (global warming notwithstanding...there were never pelicans this far north when I was growing up).
However, when I could tear my eyes away from the glories of nature, I was still attracted by the following.
Behind the gift shop, Grayland WA
The shop itself was a wonderful warren of rooms in an ancient house (or two cobbled together?), filled disquietingly - for me, if not my daughter, wife, and mother - with very girly stuff and new-age music. Nice chocolate truffles, though!
Behind the cannery, Westport
Someone must have been thinking for the past fifty years that this might be a good refurbishment project next weekend. Oh well. All the better for the flaneur.
False front, Graham WA
One of a collection of rustic buildings apparently ready for renovation towards a future tourist trap. Or a cleverly disguised meth lab.
Signage, Graham
Local subtleties of anti-vandalism (or anti-meth-lab-discovery).
16.4.10
14.4.10
12.4.10
14.3.10
Stumping Towards Newcastle
Took a short walk on the Coal Creek trail near our house today. World o' moss. Long-ago-chopped oldgrowth serving as nurse logs. A smorgasboord of fungi. Oddly, no slugs.
Click for enhanced, er, grain.
At the fork
The Watcher
Columnar
Colossus
Fern-and-Lichen-fest
Tentacular
Mossballs
Click for enhanced, er, grain.
At the fork
The Watcher
Columnar
Colossus
Fern-and-Lichen-fest
Tentacular
Mossballs
23.2.10
6.2.10
3.2.10
The Story of the 3 Little White Doors
Once upon a time there were three little white doors.
One lived in Seattle.
One lived in Tacoma.
And the littlest one lived in Browns Point.
They led simple, quiet lives but they were happy.
The End.
One lived in Seattle.
One lived in Tacoma.
And the littlest one lived in Browns Point.
They led simple, quiet lives but they were happy.
The End.
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