Nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live here. Or so the saying goes. Actually, I do live here and it is a nice, albeit quiet, place to visit. I’m not patting myself on the back though because I know first hand how quickly someone can go from being domiciled to homeless.
I didn’t like being homeless. It’s so degrading. Now, whenever I see my homeless brothers and sisters sleeping under bridges and begging for change in the street, my heart bleeds for them. And I wouldn’t dare look down on them because I, or anyone else, could join their ranks in a heartbeat. And with that I bring you some photos I took of Magnolia.
The photos of cottages were taken at Magnolia Park. Aren’t they cute? The white cottage with the Tudor styling reminds me of a fairy tale house. You can almost see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs sitting around a wooden table eating porridge or whatever fairy tale characters eat.
The photo of the barge was taken from one of the numerous bluffs overlooking Puget Sound.
The blue water tower, which sort of resembles a bulbous spacecraft, sits smack in the middle of Magnolia and, I believe, it’s the area’s highest point.
Beautiful, million dollar homes adorn the flower-scented landscape of Magnolia. Just riding around town on a moped or bicycle brings you face to face with some of the most beautiful architecture in Seattle. No doubt they must be the homes of doctors, lawyers and business executives. I bet that sports figures from the Seahawks or Mariners also live here. I wouldn’t be surprised.
What’s missing from this photo montage are pictures from Discovery Park, the largest city park in Seattle. Once, I was standing there on one of the 200 foot high bluffs looking out at the Sound. Suddenly, an eagle came flying right by me. Flanked on its left and right were crows, flapping their wings to keep up with the majestic bird which wasn’t even flapping its wings at all. It was a pretty close up view, too. It’s clear to see why the eagle is the national bird of the U.S. It looks powerful and graceful at the same time. I wish I had brought my camera. Well, maybe better luck next time.
Sometime in the near future I’d like to take pictures of the places some rock icons lived and died. I have a basic understanding of where Quincy Jones lived and Kurt Cobain died but I’ve never seen those places. I do know where Layne Staley died because it was a five story building right around the corner from a club I used to play in with MOON.
I also think it’d be nice to visit some of the places Bruce Lee lived although, just from hanging around the International District, I’m sure I’ve been to a few places where he’d eaten.