lookin' at me,
Nuthin' but blue eyes
do I see.
It's been a year since this blog was revived from deep hibernation. It woke up, stretched a bit, got cranky, changed its name and address, and is thrilled that you're here.
Schmitz Preserve Park is a little smidgen of more-or-less old growth forest in the city. Here a tree has fallen and it becomes a nurse log, providing a good home for seedlings.
But look! The log spans a small gulley and all those seedlings are growing five feet in the air! Someday the log will rot and collapse under the weight of the young trees growing out of it. Quelle horreur!
This snap is from West Seattle's Schmitz Preserve Park. You know, for being folks who favor Ballard in all things, we do spend a lot of time over in West Seattle. I guess there's a certain simpatico there. Like Ballard, West Seattle is geographically isolated from the larger community, and like Ballard it developed a unique and quirky nature Ballardites can relate to. What Ballardites cannot relate to is why would you need to paint a "Keep Out" sign on the sewer manhole. Do West Seattleites really prowl the sewers for fun?
Speaking of demonic possession, have you seen the video of Dick Cheney's visit to see the carnage of Hurricane Katrina? It's fun stuff. Somehow the White House found enough Young Republican virgin's blood to transfuse into his veins so he could muster the strength to do some photo ops. As he was reciting the talking points he memorized on the flight down, one of the audience unloaded a succinct editorial comment. You can see it here.
Suetonius makes a brief reference to an expedition "to pacify a hellhole of barbarians who call themselves Ballardites." The 10th Legion, Rome's finest, marched off to war. None returned. Besides the bones of the legionaires, all Rome left behind was this relic found in a Ballard garden.
Since no fireplug can be left unmarked, a dog's water needs can be considerable. Some thoughtful folks near the lookout have set up this little refreshment stop.