Archive for May, 2012
When my grandmother was a youth she used to live not far from this bridge. With age her memory has begun to slip, but for some reason whenever I remind her that I am now living in Washington her memories come roaring back to life. She always asks me if I live far from this bridge, if the gloomy sky is bringing me down, if Pike’s Place Market is still here, and then always: how Wilco is doing.
Yesterday, when I saw the bridge covered in fog and gloom I knew that I had to take a picture for her. I am sure that this is Washington, just the way she remembers it.
Now, I just have to get a picture of the dog so she can get the idea of a monster-killer Cujo-beast out of her head.