the fog horn
still reverberating
in my chest
Beach Drive at 11am looks like Juneau in November; I can hardly see the shoreline at my feet. A short drive up the hill and we're back to Seattle in August. It never fails to amaze me how different the weather can be down on the beach compared to up in the Admiral district -- especially in winter when it's raining down here and there's two inches of snow up there!
Just as I was sketching Harbor West (I'm not sure I'd have the guts to live on those stilts in Elliott Bay), a flock of Canadian geese flew into Cormorant Cove. In keeping with the weekend theme, I'll call their addition to the sketch "unscripted."
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