Our local icon, the Space Needle, with flag at half staff, evoked unsettling memories on September 11th ...
|Space Needle on 9-11-2016 2:46 PM|
|Japanese Maple turning red|
September 13th 2:10 PM
More recently, we snapped the pic below. Have you ever tried to capture that look of the sun shining through the colorful leaves? It isn't so easy, and we don't claim to have done it here. But maybe a little bit ...
|September 21st 2:24 PM|
September 10th 6:58 PM
|Clouds after sunset|
September 20th 7:12 PM
September 4th 8:20 PM
|Alki Beach at dusk|
September 4th 8:25
|Sunset over Elliott Bay Marina|
September 21st 8:23 PM
|Clouds and Mountains at sunset|
September 14th 7:49 PM
|Olympics at Sunset|
September 25th 7:24 PM
|Olympics at Sunset|
September 26th 7:03 PM
|Olympics at Sunset|
September 27th 7:08 PM
|Full Harvest Moon|
September 16th 5:25 PM
September 25th 12:50 PM
[Click on images for larger view.]
|September 21 7:04 PM|
|Black Eyed Susans|
September 4th 1:35 PM
September 6th 2:40 PM
|Chicory (Cichorium intybus)|
September 6th 2:59 PM
September 10th 10:53 AM
We like to include a few maritime snaps for friends who enjoy them ...
With the shorter days of September, cruise ships, which usually arrive around 5:30 AM, have been arriving in the dark. In the photo below, you see a Washington State Ferry on the left and a cruise ship arriving on the right. The Ferry plies between Seattle and Bainbridge Island to the west, and is probably its first run of the morning. The cruise ship is the Norwegian Pearl ...
|September 18th 5:36 PM|
In the image below, the colors of the trees around the Marina signal Fall. Besides some pleasure craft, you see an Alaska Maritime tug and barge. The barges are usually loaded up with containers transporting goods to and from Seattle and Alaskan ports. We have to wonder what it's like to be in that tug for several days moving along at about 7 knots. Seven knots is about eight miles per hour.
|September 22nd 12:13 PM|
|September 26th 5:25 AM|
Curiosity frequently leads to grabbing the camera. Mid afternoon on the 27th we spotted the ship below heading northbound in the Sound. Pulled up VesselFinder.com and noted the identity as "U S Government Vessel". Ok, well, which one? :-) Yes, we realize keeping the identity and location of military ships restricted might be important. However, recalling media accounts of an aircraft carrier arriving at Bremerton over a month ago, looked it up, and found this quote on Wiki: "The USS Stennis departed Bremerton at about 4:30 September 27, 2016, heading toward Seattle." So, there you go ... it's CVN 74, USS John C. Stennis, enroute somewhere ... Now, keep in mind the ship is about 4 miles away from us ... looks small, doesn't it ... Overall length of deck: 1,092 feet (332.8 m) ... by the way, CV is the designation for all aircraft carriers, and the suffix N indicates that it is nuclear powered ...
Now, as for old postcards, here is one we almost forgot about ... We wanted to include it on the last day of summer ... well, it hasn't been that long ago, so here it is. Old fashioned sweetness. How do you like it?
|"Last Day of Summer"|
The Ullman Mfg. Co., N. Y.
|Back of the unused card.|
Billy Collins, an American poet, former Poet Laureate of the United States, wrote this poem he calls Consolation.
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.
There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous
domes and there is no need to memorize a succession
of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon.
No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's
little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.
How much better to command the simple precinct of home
than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica.
Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps?
Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera
eager to eat the world one monument at a time?
Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice,
I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress
known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning
paper, all language barriers down,
rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.
And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone
willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner.
I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal
what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window.
It is enough to climb back into the car
as if it were the great car of English itself
and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off
down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna.
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Hope you've had a fine September and we'll see you in October. Thanks for stopping by John's Island.