Big Cranes

It's hard to write over Lothar Baumann.  Of Blessed Memory.

Over Thanksgiving weekend, my brother made a special request.  He wanted to go down to the port with the giant cranes and the high piles of cargo containers.  Harbor Island, the Duwamish.  Between Seattle proper and West Seattle.

Why not?  Never been down there.  What can you really get close to?  Seemed like an opportunity to have some interactions with security personnel.

So here we are just a chain link fence from some of the really big cranes.  It was hard to tell if the day after Thanksgiving was a holiday or not.  Pretty deserted down there.  But big trucks continued to go through the security gates and go do something.

Cold and damp, it's Thanksgiving in the northwest.  I took the picture, you can see Charl, Dennis and my sister Pam roaming around, looking suspicious,