Hmmmmm.....It's funny how when I take a picture, I have so many things to say about it, and if I don't do something with the picture, right away, the humor or the stink seems to fade away.
Like in this instance: a few weeks ago, all the "Occupiers" were getting their "occupy" on at Westlake Center in downtown Seattle.
I loved the "Seattle-ness" that was going on.
(Seattle-ness being my personal euphemism for precious, Seattle "dorkiness" -meant-in-the-kindest-most-endearing-way, as I am one of them)
I enjoyed the fact that the initial police presence was mostly police-on-bikes. Sometimes the police-on-bikes were found scattered standing with their bikes in 2's or 3's. And at other times the police-on-bikes were all lined up, in a big long row, ready for blast-off.
I especially liked it when the fleet of 25 was lined up in front of the See's Candy Shoppe. Is that ironic, just darling, or just super Seattle-ie?
Now here, we have what I called, at the time, Dirt Island - they aren't there anymore....they have moved to Capitol Hill :(
At this particular spot of the Westlake area, the dirtiest, protestiest, hippiest, funkiest folks hung out. They were planted. They slept there. There were food crumbles, books, krinkled paper, loads of cig smoke, and many other things indicating that these particular occupiers were and had not gone anywheres.
There was always some sort of "incense" smoking the air and some sort of "drum", guitar or flute-type instrument playing.
Looking to save on your next vacation? Come to Dirt Island where the rain is free, cigs are $10.00, the coffee is flowin' , and showers are NOT required!!
We hope to see you soon!
Like in this instance: a few weeks ago, all the "Occupiers" were getting their "occupy" on at Westlake Center in downtown Seattle.
I loved the "Seattle-ness" that was going on.
(Seattle-ness being my personal euphemism for precious, Seattle "dorkiness" -meant-in-the-kindest-most-endearing-way, as I am one of them)
I enjoyed the fact that the initial police presence was mostly police-on-bikes. Sometimes the police-on-bikes were found scattered standing with their bikes in 2's or 3's. And at other times the police-on-bikes were all lined up, in a big long row, ready for blast-off.
I especially liked it when the fleet of 25 was lined up in front of the See's Candy Shoppe. Is that ironic, just darling, or just super Seattle-ie?
Now here, we have what I called, at the time, Dirt Island - they aren't there anymore....they have moved to Capitol Hill :(At this particular spot of the Westlake area, the dirtiest, protestiest, hippiest, funkiest folks hung out. They were planted. They slept there. There were food crumbles, books, krinkled paper, loads of cig smoke, and many other things indicating that these particular occupiers were and had not gone anywheres.
There was always some sort of "incense" smoking the air and some sort of "drum", guitar or flute-type instrument playing.
Looking to save on your next vacation? Come to Dirt Island where the rain is free, cigs are $10.00, the coffee is flowin' , and showers are NOT required!!We hope to see you soon!
xoxx
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