While he's not much for lap warming, at least you won't have vet bills.
Need a project? Paul's moving to Albany, Oregon, and has two Fiat 850 Spyders he's giving away. Imagine yourself zipping around town with the wind in your hair, at least until it breaks down. Then you'll understand why Fiat stands for Fix It Again, Tony.
One wonders how these neighbors will get along. The one on the right is totally Local. In Ballard, we don't water the lawn during the dry months of summer. It goes brown but it will green up with the fall rains. Sensible, no?
On the left you see someone obviously from Elsewhere. Someone so concerned with appearances that they'll spend the big money for "Instant Lawn," and having done that, they then have to spend the big money to keep it green. Boggles the mind, it does.
Big excitement Friday night on Market Street. A woman in the Ford pickup led the police on a high speed chase from Colman Dock to Ballard. She did not go gently into the good night, pushing a police car into the Matt's Gourmet Hot Dogs stand on the corner before being boxed in by the two police cars you see here. The officers arrested her and she's not going to be driving anything for awhile.
Don't worry, Elliot isn't radioactive. He's actually a nuclear-free zone. What you see are his eyes and collar reflecting the camera flash. It gives him a diabolical air, no?
The long end of a summer evening in Ballard. This cat is looking to go inside and find a lap somewhere. And who can blame him?
These last two photos were taken a few minutes apart, but there's no Photoshop trickery to account for the difference in color. The previous photo is looking west; this photo is looking north. Reality is better than color correction.
Just how many Waldron Island photos can we squeeze into a Ballard-centric blog? We near the end of our Waldron interlude with this photo of the sunset from the beach at Sandy Point.
She loved retrieving the stick, but after the third time she buried it in the sand. "That's enough, it's hard work and the water's cold!"
The other day we ran into Prince Tom keeping watch over his street.
There's a lot of seaweed on the beach at Waldron. You could wrap tons of rice with it. Maybe even add a mussel or two.
There being no churches on Waldon Island, we return to Ballard for our Sunday church. All over Ballard, you see old churches that became too small for their burgeoning congregations in the '50s and '60s. Most decided to add on to the existing building. Few did it well. The building committee of Northminster Presbyterian has a lot to answer for in approving this generic pile next to their charming original building. Purgatory will be an architectural appreciation class and they'll do it again and again until they get an "A".