I was amused by the carriage-driver talking on her cell phone:
In Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, apparently everything is real except for one item. For some reason I was morbidly fascinated with the one fake:
From the caption:
"Credited with almost human intelligence and the uncanny ability to hide, the duogong appears to have been plentiful before the turn of the last century. . .Our specimen was purportedly captured by a fishermen named Smith off the shores of Duckabush, Washington, in 1924. He reported that the capturing of the creature was traumatic for him because it looked so human."This Seattle Post-Intelligencer article says, "she was made by an artist who fused the head of a monkey onto the body of a seal and attached a salmon tail." What does it say about humans that we spin such tales to the point of requiring elaborately-fashioned show-and-tell props to go with them? Is literature and art partially an obsession with the externalizing the pain we cause others into something cartoonish and laughable and therefore dismissible?
On to the mundane. For a while now I've been interested in the fact that grain--the staff of life, the staple food for most of the world, the building-block of most civilization--is actually quite dangerous in large quantities. So I was impressed with this amazing granary structure on the Seattle Port.
Architecture, schmarchitecture. Respect is due to a structure quite probably responsible for feeding thousands if not millions of people.
Well, okay fine. You get a canonical shot of The Space Needle from the harbor:
and another shot of the sunset from the Needle itself:
