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Two Bells Tavern. face off.
Pike Street fogbow.
a shack on Queen Anne. there are two types of people in the world: those who have their own fucking towers, and those who do not.
I'm going to chop it all off.
nutterfly: when a nut is liberated from its shell. I just came up with that! you are welcome!
Lakeview Cemetery. when people read tombstones, they cannot help but posture like zombies.
my favorite sculpture in Seattle. 2nd place: that goddamn ampersand.
this looks like a 70s album cover for something terrible like, I dunno, "Electro-Ambient Autumn."
the CBS building, one of my favorite structures in Seattle. it's rather endearingly ugly as fuck, innit? it was designed by Fred Bassetti and finished in 1968.
...it's kind of a dissonant amalgam of styles. you got yer Googie Space Needle-y angles and your brutalist fuck-offery and your exposed beams and that ghastly waffle-punch undercarriage, and it all ends up resembling the Hawaii state capitol's younger, clumsier sibling. who doesn't love a good tragedy?
but yet! I really do love this building. I love it because it riffs off a bunch of questionable shit but ends up looking like nothing else. it's just like, "rawr." this is a building that hunkers down.
sunshine on my fucking shoulders.
a chorus line of cranes!
you can probably sea that this a-piers to be over-filtered.
my first thought when I saw this was "awwww"... the symbol of some foolish and idealistic love!
my second thought harkened back to a grim layover in the Dallas airport, several years ago. I ended up reading one of Tucker Max's annals of fine literature in the terminal bookstore. he wrote how "if a key can open many locks, it's a master key. but if a lock can be open by many keys, it's a shitty lock."
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