Seattle
6/07/00 |
On my first day of travel, I left Salt Lake in the afternoon and arrived in Seattle. Donya decided to show me some of the sights I'd missed when I was in Seattle for Convergence, so she took me to see the Gasworks, a very strange park, and the Troll under the Bridge, which is the oddest piece of public art I've ever seen. |
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I guess the Gasworks was an industrial gasoline refining plant; I don't know too much about it. Here you can see the works, which are fenced off, and the graffiti which proves the fences don't do much good. |
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More graffiti and my attempts to get arty with the Mavica. Let me take this moment to announce that my digital camera is just about the coolest piece of equipment I've ever owned. |
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The Gasworks have a mighty spooky feel to them, like an evil industrial castle in some twisted Disney nightmare, which I tried to capture here. Donya, however, was as bright and cheery as a person could be! |
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The Seattle skyline did nothing whatsoever for my figure, and neither did these weird graduated standing stones. |
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Next stop: the Troll, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Adolf Hitler, to my eye... possibly a sign of things to come? I should have taken the warning... |
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Yes, that's a real Volkswagen in the Troll's hand, and yes, those are real living girls, risking being crushed and eaten as tasty morsels for the Troll. Fortunately, we escaped. This thing would have given me nightmares as a child, as I had a very real terror of the troll I believed lived under the bridge on my parent's land. Anyway, we finally went back to Donya's apartment, where I met her cats who make me sneeze, and Carly, her roommate. |
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