Why is it that when you travel you make a point of seeing all the cool places in a city but when you live within spitting distance, you can go years without seeing something really incredible?
I went on a field trip with daughter's honors humanities class last week (a bus loaded with hormonal ninth graders - THAT was fun) and we saw an incredible performance by the Golden Dragon Acrobats and then we went to the Olympic Sculpture Park on the Seattle waterfront. The park has been there for awhile but this was my very first time there. Obviously I am not a patron of the arts.
No pictures of the acrobats - flash photography when they have forty-eleven people balanced on one guys shoulders as he rides a bicycle in circles onstage is a bad idea - but I got several pics from the sculpture park.
This is daughter and her friends adding EYELASHES to the EYE sculpture. Heh.
I don't know what this one is but it's really cool. And really big.
I took this pic because it is the waterfront looking north from downtown and where all those white sticks are is the marina that Marvelous Mom & Stepdan have their boat moored. Or anchored. Or parked. Or whatever the hell the correct nautical term for BOAT HERE is.
This is only part of the Love and Loss sculpture but I like the whole neon sign against the tree blossoms look.
And of course, the Space Needle. Seattle's very own phallic symbol. Now that we have the Columbia Tower it isn't nearly BIG enough.
Here's a ferry coming back from one of the islands. Probably Vashon but I'm not sure. So sue me.
There you go, Seattle waterfront, sculpture, phallus and gray skies. I was just grateful it didn't rain.