A Bunch of Rambling, Followed Briefly by Clarity

Carolyn, the friendly mother of three I met in Renton, advised me to stop in Bellingham on my way to Canada. Bellingham is a college town (home to Western Washington University) with a beautiful bay, many gorgeous trees, and an above average Walmart.






These are pictures of a parking lot at Western Washington University. Not a bad place to go to school, eh? Wait, what just happened? I think the Canadians are starting to get to me, eh? Ahhh!!! It happened again.

Anyway, Bellingham was so picturesque that I started taking artistic pictures, like this picture of a lonely dandelion in the midst of fresh green leaves, which of course represents my childhood. You see, the juxtaposition of the fuzzy white strands gently blowing in the breeze, simulating the corruption of purity, with the abundance of green contrasting devilishly in the background, a scathing reference to the current financial crisis...wait a minute...Now the French-Canadians are starting to rub off on me. This is horrible! Quick, onto the next picture before I start glorifying pretentious films.





This is the Bellingham Bay. Having been born and raised in Phoenix, I've seen my share of harbors, port, marinas, and bays. This one tops even the best Phoenix has to offer.






Sometimes parking costs money, which is not something I have a lot of, so instead of pulling over to take pictures, I take shots while driving. While this practice has yet to cause an accident (emphasis on the word "yet") it usually results in interesting pictures. Here, I have managed to turn the delightfully quaint Whatcom Museum of History and Art into an appropriate setting for Citizen Kane 2: Rosebud's Revenge.

Now, because I never like to end a blog with a joke about a seventy-year-old film watched primarily by those who were forced to see it in school (but don't think I'm not coming for you, Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times), I would like to share Carolyn's meaning of life.

"My life is and always has been defined primarily by family and faith. My parents, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins and now my own family...hubby and children. In the end, through good times and bad (and we've definitely seen both), it is faith and family that get me through."