Puget Sound, January 1, 2009
A new installment of a fledgling tradition. Standing on a bulkhead, New Year’s Day morning, greenish, pondering imponderables. I get to Seattle maybe once a year anymore, and this is good.
I like this spot- the prow of railing seems to be doing a steady 10 knots, although of course Bainbridge Island never seems to get any closer.
Which is a suitable metaphor for other projects that aren’t getting any closer to getting done.