A big tanker anchored off the coast of... well it's in Elliot Bay. Seattle's off to the left (out of view), and we're in Magnolia shooting from the hill. The ships will sit out there ominously for weeks at a time. B tells me one ship's been out there since she moved here, two years ago. This is classic B and I just nod my head.
The quintessential Seattle shot, from Highland Drive on Queen Anne Hill. When I first moved to Seattle in the mid-1990s where did I take in the Emerald City? Highland Drive. Fast forward and where's me and B? That's right. All I can report second time around with B is standing poking absentmindedly at my Galaxy S5 while an outdoorsy fellow, say in his mid 40s with a wife-type on a park bench, and me and B directly blocking his view, starts "uh hum"-ing and "harumph"-ing and so on until we move on. The silly fellow. We laughed at him within earshot but with his view of the Space Needle restored, an Emerald bubble of bliss surrounded him and his sweetheart, no doubt. B and I breathed in the deep salty blue and disappeared without further ado, into the dampness of the city we love to hate.
Here's the B.
Here's me and B all selfie'd out in the Emerald.
Here's Sexy B. This has nothing to do with Queen Anne Hill or Magnolia, but it's vintage B in a full selfie mode and so it finds its way here (in background: "oh, put up that one selfie of me, you know, when...". Dammit B it's the Queen Anne shots. And yet. Here.
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