My Thanksgiving was eerily quiet, save for a phone call from my dad. Not wanting to waste the day, I strolled around the Fisherman's Terminal in Ballard. It was eerily quiet there, too, but I was fortunate to visit on a day of rest, because otherwise these beautiful piles of fishing net and cages would have been in the ocean being tugged by a work boat instead of sitting on the curb, basking in the sun.
Friday, November 23, 2007
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pretty. wish i could get enough saved up already to get a digital slr. see what happens when you leave me be and i end up responsible for buying all this furniture that i don't want?
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