now in its one-hundred-and-eightieth year
My mother-in-law lives in West Seattle, but we always stay downtown in a hotel. So I spend a lot of time as a passenger, whizzing back and forth over the long bridges that ring the lower edge of Elliott Bay and offer amazing vistas of the harbor and city.
I love seeing all the clutter and machinery that is part of a thriving modern port. It makes me think of my father and brother, who, if they were along, could tell me the names of everything, what purpose it serves, and what it all means. I wish I could have taken better pictures, but this was the best I could do in a speeding car.
Looking away from the harbor, one sees the activity continuing far up the Duwamish River.