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Pionees Square Station in downtown Seattle serves light rail trains and buses for the people to commute. The architectural design made it look futuristic -- reminds me of transportation station for interplanetary travel of spaceships or subspace device for teleportation of people through wormholes. Definitely a cool place.
Smith Tower bokeh. I was hoping to do this on a nicer day, but it's been kind of gray every time I am out there. Still, I thought the lighting here is pretty cool. HBW everyone, again...... :-p
I've always been fond of old fire escapes and spotted this beauty last Friday behind a Seattle carpark.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”.. Jimi Hendrix
as you can see i am practicing on gothic buiidings in anticipation of my trip to London :)
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texture by skeletalmess
"Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells."
- John Keats, To Autumn
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Finally, a short break from the long weekend of rain..
"On such a day each road is planned
To lead to some enchanted land;
Each turning meets expectancy.
The signs I read on every hand.
I know by autumn's wizardry
On such a day the world can be
Only a great glad dream for me--
Only a great glad dream for me!"
- Eleanor Myers Jewett, An Autumn Day
THERE’S a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
’T is the seal, despair,—
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ’t is like the distance
On the look of death.
by Emily Dickinson
hah I go all the way to England and this is in my backyard . so to speak. taken a week before i left . :)
There were a number of ways to crop this to draw more attention to the mirrors but I just decided it should remain uncut. Definitely best viewed this way:'mirrors, bartops and tic tac toe' On Black