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Yesterday I wondered down to the waterfront in Seattle to visit the scrumptious sensual assault that is the “Pike Place Market.” It was filled to the brim with “OH LOOK HONEY” tourists who picked up giant apples, tried different brands of jam and poked the many guises of fish that were for sale. This was all accompanied by the bizarre smell of vegan cinnamon bread mixed in with freshly brewed coffee and complimented by the poignant waft of the nearby cheese factory.
It is a wonderful place for taking photos of people going about their daily lives, which is handy if your a nosy escapist fantasist like me, who is far more interested in other people’s lives then your own. Sorry, I mean, far more interested in making stuff up about other people’s lives then your own. Or just far more interested in staring at strangers who you find interesting but finding the 4th wall present in the lens of a camera.
I liked the woman playing the accordion the best, I imagined she had just been kicked out the folk trio she was an original member of for four years after they decided they wanted to start doing Andrew Lloyd Webber covers. She lost the vote but kept her artistic integrity and decided to change her busking spot to put some distance between herself and her ex band members, unfortunately they are only a block away and are making a killing with their country tinged version of “Don’t Cry for me Argentina.” She supplements this loss of earnings by making stick figures of famous eastern philosopher’s, and puts her deep seated anger into several of her new recordings, all odes to Sarah Brightman. There was also something interesting about the woman who is pointing at her dog like he forgot to shut the fridge door, “You know where we live, back you go.” For some reason people had gathered around her simply to watch her interact with her dog….I guess they were expecting circus tricks.
This is a lovely place, so well done Seattlelites.
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