While strolling through my Seattle, Washington, Queen Anne neighborhood on October 20, 2016, looking for autumn leaves to photograph, I spied this fabulous Virginia Creeper which was in the process of donning its autumn color. I’ve seen the arrival of 67 falls, accompanied by the changing of color of a great number of trees and vines; but I’ve seldom seen a sight this dramatic and beautiful.
I was enjoying a long, afternoon walk in my Seattle, Washington neighborhood, known as Queen Anne, on October 6, 2016. — I’m fortunate to live in a beautiful part of town, where photo ops abound. Picturesque buildings, houses, flowers and foliage are everywhere. — While I’m accustomed to seeing so many awesome sights on my walks, I don’t usually see calla lilies in October.
While strolling down the sidewalk, I spied this large, gorgeous calla in full bloom, in front of an attractive, older home. I brought out my camera to capture a photo. At that very moment, the black and white kitty appeared!
Being retired gives me plenty of time to take long, long walks around my hometown of Seattle, Washington. I always have my little Canon digital with me, so I can capture the strange, the weird, the strikingly ugly and the oddly beautiful. Here are twenty of my favorite finds from recent Shank’s Mare trips. With commentary.
I have no idea what this is. — Actually, I do. It’s to shore up the wall. Keeping old infrastructure working is one of the themes of this photo montage.
This window stopped being needed and/or wanted. A view to the world, no longer.
This fence is just too pretty in its own rugged way, to be torn down.
Greetings, people. These things always seem so alien.
One more gnarly fire hydrant. I just like they way the look….
Still fire-fighting related: this does something for the fire department. I’ll assume it fills the trucks with water for fighting blazes. Notice the color scheme is so similar to that of the fire hydrant.
I thought this would be the right photo to come next, since it too has to do with addressing danger. I can only imagine that some terrible driver has had one-two-many run-ins with this fence.
If this was 1960, I’d say, hands down, this is a fallout shelter. People built them in their yards, so that, when WW III happened, they could go into their fallout shelters and come out when everything was OK. Whenever that was. But it’s not 1960. So I’m guessing it’s a root cellar.
These huge tubes are situated at a very large Seattle medical center. They must be attached to a gargantuan incinerator.
Seattle, Washington, framed by new construction. The gent on the ladder has a dilemma: concentrate on the work, not the view.
The Port of Seattle’s historic grain elevator dominates this photo of Seattle’s Elliott Bay area. In the background, huge cargo ships, and a Washington State ferry can be seen plying the waters of Puget Sound, under cloudy Seattle skies.
A strikingly beautiful, sleek TV tower looms high, high above the street, in a mixed-use neighborhood. I love the way it looks, framed by the green of leaves and the blue of the sky. This is now old technology; but it remains vital to our communications industry.
On the other hand, this satellite dish came and went. While it was once new, indispensable technology for bringing breaking news to thousands of Seattle homes, it now lies in a pile of surplus, next to cheap pre-fab sheds.
Hopefully this sign was not vital to anyone’s safe commute. Multiple folks seem to have found a new use for it, as canvas.
This makes no sense at all to me; thus its inclusion. It’s just another item that makes me wonder why people do things.
Add a little color to your world. And put it out there for all to see.
Now this item really jumped out at me. It was situated near an ultra-modern Queen Anne Hill home. Where was my tab of acid when I needed it?
Because I love to walk and ride my bicycle (because at 67, it’s such a joy that I can), I almost never take the bus. And I don’t like taking photos on the bus. There’s little chance of framing an artistic shot while riding public transportation. But we had a sky in August that was just unbelievable. I had to take photos. And I’m actually pleased the way it came out. Imagine being the bus driver, and having to cope with this, right in front of your face.
If you were waiting for the strikingly ugly, here it is.
This is on the side of one of Seattle’s most-popular diner-style cafes. They have to turn customers away, so why fix it? (Not sure what that ghostly shadow is….)
I always like to add a song to help you interpret my stories. So, here is a pretty one, just for you!
I like to go on long walks. Mainly because I’m trying to lose a little weight. Employing shank’s mare to get around my Seattle/Queen Anne Hill neighborhood is not only helping me become a more svelte 67-year-old; it also affords me a multitude of picture-taking opportunities. I live in a very beautiful neighborhood.
Earlier today, I was thoroughly involved in taking photos of a pile of old bricks someone had carefully stacked up in front of their house. — I like taking photos of geometrically-shaped things. (I blogged about this in a post entitled “Everything Is Geometry. Right?”) I find these bricks to be quite intriguing. They seem totally out of place, sitting on the parking strip near the street. But they’re also quite decorative. — Confession: this was not the first time I stopped to capture the load of bricks on film. I had done the same, about two weeks previously. But when I encountered the bricks today, I thought perhaps I should try for a better photo.
As I took my last photo, out of the corner of my eye, I spied an older gentleman (like me) approaching on the sidewalk. When he was within polite speaking distance, he said, with a sly grin on his countenance, “Hey, you like these bricks, don’t you. Don’t I recall seeing you taking photos of them a couple of weeks ago?” Well, I just started to laugh an embarrassed laugh, and I exclaimed, “Hey, they’re a fine load of bricks! But, now you’re gonna think I’m compulsive. Honestly, I have a reason for coming back and taking more photos. It’s not as wacky as it seems.”
Within seconds, the white-haired man responded, “I know! You return periodically and take their photo; then you go home and compare them, to see whether or not they’ve moved at all.” That really made me laugh. Even though I’m pretty much a shy, “loner dude”, I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. The man replied, saying his name was Bruno. He told me he was originally from Zimbabwe.
I explained to Bruno that I was taking the photos because I blog, and every once in a while I post a photo essay featuring unusual geometric forms. I said I was just making sure I had the penultimate shot of the bricks, for the next time I made one of those posts. I wanted the photo to be (in the words of Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead) “exactly perfect”. — You know, folks, my story wasn’t nearly as interesting as the one Bruno made up….
After visiting for a spell, we agreed to meet up again soon, when I return to take more photos of the super-fine load of bricks. Because, well — in case I can do better.
I’ll say it again: I liked Bruno’s story a whole lot more than I did my own. So today, when I got home, I looked at all of the photos I’ve taken of the bricks — very carefully. And so far, I can say, they haven’t moved an inch!
And here is the perfect song to complete your mulit-media experience.
Bonus photo — the view of downtown Seattle and Mt. Rainier (known to Native Americans as Tahoma) from my neighborhood; taken with my little pre-owned Canon.