Showing posts with label loading docks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loading docks. Show all posts
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Mirror Darkly
Spent a morning in the farming community of Monroe, Washington. While I was taking these shots of parallel worlds, a few miles away a mountainside was sloughing off and burying Oso, a village in the foothills, under twenty feet of mud.
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5.12.13
Apron
This week's Sepia Saturday theme is aprons, and (now that the purists have been satisfied with the above 1947 Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house, replete with proper apron) given my deep knowledge of warehousing, I hereby offer these studies of, well, aprons -- the concrete area where trucks maneuver up to a loading dock.
And for your vintage listening pleasure, a barely relevant song about aprons. Or their strings at least.
And for your vintage listening pleasure, a barely relevant song about aprons. Or their strings at least.
19.9.11
5.9.11
Dog Day Loading Dock
Depth of summer in the nether parts of Eastern Washington. Water towers lurking behind faded signage. Camouflaged graffiti. Mysterious meters. Pavement parched under a cobalt sky. Shadows of telephone wires trisecting weathered walls. Loading bays silent and windows boarded up. Weeds. The flicker of a single swallow fifty feet up.
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| Yakima WA |
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| Toppenish WA |
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| Toppenish WA |
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