Seattle Space Needle Reflection at Night

Silly Goose

The Wildlife of South Lake Union

Having lived in the city for most of my life, I haven’t had the opportunity to shoot much wildlife.

Sure, I’ve gotten the odd shot of an orca in Elliott Bay, not to mention several photos of the Wild Bremelo in its native habitat. Oh, and who can forget my footage from the midst of the Canadian Thug Goose invasion?

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So, sure, I’ve gotten some “wildlife” footage, but when it comes to photography, most of my stuff trends toward the urban.

This being the case, when I saw a Blue Heron hanging out with a Big Ass Turtle

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Only in Seattle …….. aaaand Maybe West Virginia

Rare are the times one glances out the window of a city bus and spots a goat on the hood of a Ford Minivan. Unless that bus happens to be meandering through the backroads of West by-God Virginia, or, apparently, Seattle, Washington.

The goat was on the sidewalk when I first spotted him, and he jumped on the minivan as the bus rumbled by. I sure hope it was his van.

I use the male pronoun for the goat only because it had relatively large horns. Everyone knows that gender is a societal construct, though, at least everyone in

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The Beach, Some Dogs, and My Broken Ankle

Factually Accurate Sign

When you get down to it, I’m a liberal guy.

I support abortion, gay rights, universal healthcare, true civil rights equality, rent control, increased rights for the poor and working-class, antitrust legislation, drug legalization, etc, etc. Sure, I think the third wave of feminism is a selfish crock of psychopathic ass, and identity politics are a smokescreen for rampant classism which is the source of most bigotry, but still, only the most pre-programmed of the programmed would even think to call me conservative.

This being the case, some people are truly surprised to see me taking

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Why Did the Fly Fly?

Because the spider spider.

Get it.

The spider spied … her.

Eh, fuck you, here’s a picture of a spider.

One that gives me penis-envy at that.

Pussy Pictures

So, I already know that this will be the most visited post of 2015. The internet is just that predictable.

It won’t be disappointed either. Not when it sees that I delivered the goods once again.

See, a member of my family desperately wanted a cat, a kitten to be more specific, and after much searching, I found one, and I rescued it.

That’s right, after ascertaining the address of the cat I wished to procure, I arrived at the kitten’s former home, and what I saw was horrifying.

Flames. The house was engulfed in them, and smoke was

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So Anyway … Gross

Trouble at Doggy Daycare

What did you say to my bitch? What did you say to my bitch?

I told her to lose the zero and get with a hero, what, you wearin’ your jumbo-sized Neuticals today?

No, I left my jumbo-sized Neuticals at your mother’s doghouse, motherfucker.

O …. K … we’ll just stay over here until you guys are finished and … no, no, take your time, no rush, my owner works until 7pm, it’s all good, go ahead and finish him off.

P.S. Neuticals are artificial balls.

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I Got Your “Seahawks” Right Here

 

Said one local seagull as he passed over a Washington State Ferry.

See, this, is a seahawk:

Handsome bird, no doubt, and probably fairly adept at hunting as well.

This, however, is what is ubiquitous in Seattle, outnumbering humans by about 2:1

This, you see, is a “Seagull” or a “Rollin’ 60’s Crip” if you happen to be a pigeon.

What it is not, is a seahawk. I’ve never seen a seahawk within the city limits of Seattle. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one, period. Thus, our local corporate sports team name is a not

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Same Difference

Doggie Daycare.

Kiddie Daycare.

Same street, same day, one block apart, one blink and you can’t tell which is which.

The fate of kids and canines look remarkably similar these days. Both species wistfully gaze out of the street-level glass cages in which they are dropped off each morning, eagerly awaiting the return of the human who calls itself “mommy” or “daddy”.

It begs the question … have we begun treating dogs like kids, or kids like dogs?

“What’s the difference?”, most Generation Y’ers would ask, and that’s where scenes like those above start making perfect sense.

When

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