I generally don’t like a window seat on an airplane, but on the short (under two hours) flight from Miami to Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic, that was what I was assigned and it turned out I had a beautiful view of the string of Bahama Islands and the blue, blue Caribbean Sea en route down to the DR. We were moving fast, alright, but they were on Island Time down below.
Lane. Take your pick. What surprised me the most from my vantage point of the Bridge of Glass over I-705 in Tacoma, Washington, was the lack of traffic. Perhaps it was the time of day. Early afternoon. We were at the Museum of Glass, a must-see if you are in the Seattle area and can’t get enough of Dale Chihuly, a master glassblower who has led the avant-garde in the development of glass as a fine art. His glass is everywhere. Including over the highway in a unique bridge that connects the museum on the water with the downtown business district of Tacoma. Quite bizarre to walk over six lanes of traffic amid all that art glass. But then there is nothing usual about Dale Chihuly.
Indulge me while I show you what is actually on this bridge from which I took the “Lane” photo.
I just discovered, to my chagrin, that I had already used last week’s theme (Creative Angles) several weeks ago! The hazards of getting to the end of our 52-Week Challenge (Aug. 1, 2012-July 31, 2013)! So to make amends, I offer up “Workers Present:” In this photo, workers staffed the Peninsula Seafood booth at the 2012 Gulfport Gecko Fest. It was one of the most vibrant booths at the event, including the willing workers in their colorful tee shirts.
Oodles and oodles of alligators seemed to be coming at us from all angles at the Alligator Farm in St. Augustine. Thankfully, we were safe up on a boardwalk. It is so much more than an “alligator farm.” It is a little bit of nature in the middle of St. Augustine with a rookery and a small zoo. Nice boardwalks for getting around on, and lots of shade. Go there sometime. It’s a fun place to shoot.
How about a round box? I have in my possession a round box mailed by Robert W. Levering from the Philippines during World War II, to my aunt, who worked for the Federal Register in Washington, D.C. Robert, who married my aunt upon returning from the war, was a Japanese prisoner of war from 1942 to 1945. He was an Ohio lawyer, congressman and author, having written “Horror Trek,” the true story, his story, of 76,000 American and Filipino soldiers forced on the infamous 80-mile Bataan Death March. Thousands of men died of starvation, thirst or were murdered before reaching their destination. The fiber Mandalay Coconut Syrup box is undated. It was likely mailed in 1942 before his capture. An assortment of a dozen colorful cancelled stamps enabled the box to arrive safely from Manila to “Miss Eileen Burdick, 444 Old House Office Bldg., Washington, D.C. U.S.A.” I find beauty in the organic make up of the box, and mystery in what a young soldier would have shipped to his sweetheart on the other side of the world. I doubt it was coconut syrup.