What do you do in traffic?
We talked and laughed about the day and how wonderful everything was and then we hit traffic. But our day had been so good and traffic was, after all, inevitable, we decided, one by one, quietly to ourselves, to keep the wonderful day going. So we….
Took pictures of bizarre little cars, don’t you wonder where the big fat dimpled hand is that makes this car go?
Tried to take a shot of the freeway pavement, I don’t think I’ve ever seen freeway pavement up close and slow like this. Sorry it is so blurry. I wonder where they got all of that incredibly flat rock.
And of course we took photos of the traffic we were stuck in. And yes, people were staring. Not sure if they were staring because we were taking photos, or because we were driving a F350 with dulies in downtown rush hour traffic.
We also took some artsy martsy, com’on everyone says it the other way, I gotta be different, any way, some photos with interesting compositions.
And pictures with almost as much grey as possible. Flag ruins or sets off the monochromeness.
A picture of a place we’ve been, signs for other places we’ve been, books of the Bible that are our favorite and a favorite word, union.
More composition tries.
I’ve been to one baseball game here. It was great fun, Eric and Steph took Dirt and I. The stadiums border the more industrial area of downtown. A favorite place of mine.
I didn’t use to be a baseball fan, I always thought the game a bit slow, it would cause me to wander off and do other things. But because of Dirt, the radio in my bedroom was always on and it was most often on the channel that hosted baseball for Seattle.
I would catch bits and pieces of the talk shows the channel did and often baseball would come on instead.
It changed things for me, my perspective, I’m always up for change.
Dave Niehaus announced most of the games I accidentally listened to as I cleaned the house or put away laundry. I began to like just the sound of it, the melody of the game, and before I knew it I was beginning to remember names and know who Dirt was speaking of.
The girls and I would have our own names for players, some were endearing names and some were, I admit, rather contemptuous of certain whiny behaviors.
But now the radio station that is on isn’t the one that broadcasts the game, so…
One of these days I’ll be a better fan.
But for now I have a greenhouse to help finish up and fill.