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| Pike Place Market parking garage, Seattle |
30.12.11
28.12.11
The Comfy Monster
A mess of geometry at Pike Place Market, Seattle. I love the duct painted to resemble brick. I love the bright hank of twine slumming it on the electrical pipe. And, to paraphrase Colonel Kurtz, "The patina! The patina!"
27.12.11
26.12.11
O Little Town of Everett
Mangers are not to be had for love or money in Everett, Washington, so Mary and Joe make do with a vacant used-car pavilion. Kris Kringle augments the three kings.
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
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