On the Street Where I Live

One of the reasons I appreciate being able to walk to and from my (very) occasional job is the chance to admire the view...whenever I remember to stop and do so.

Actually, this is pretty much the view from the front of our house, zoomed in on.  That's the Peticodiac River, also known as the Chocolate River because of the fine silt that gets stirred up in it as the tides wash it in and out from the Bay of Fundy.

On the opposite side of the previous view we have the always fascinating car lot of Snider's Garage which is an endless source of photo ops for a rust & oddities-lover such as myself...but more on that another time.

Well, okay, here's a taste just to whet your appetite.

One last look at Skagway

It's time to hustle back to the cruise ship as departure time is nearly upon us.

As we hurry past, a brash young temptress calls to us from an upstairs window of the town brothel  hotel.

Actually, this sweet young thing is probably earning money for college with a summer theatre job.  Actors roam the street between showings, staying in character and trying to drum up business for the play.

One last quick dash down a side street stops me in my tracks in front of this antique store window, combining a fascinating time-warping view of the past with the present.

(as well as providing a contribution to 

James' Weekend Reflections )

I wonder if that old license plate we saw in the window has travelled any of the roads leading to places suggested on this signpost...

if there are roads leading there. 

(note to self: must look at a road map of Alaska)

I think this rusted handle, beautifully showcased on an even rustier door, would make a fine addition to the collection in that antique shop.

All that sight-seeing has made me hungry.  What say we stop in the ship's Lido Restaurant for a little snack before supper?  For entertainment, we can watch a crew member wash the windows in the rain.

One last look at the fresh snow on the mountains above the rain-soaked deck as we say so long to Skagway.  

More mountains to come.  

Be sure to bundle up for our next stop, 

that's all I'm saying.

Convertible Memories

I'm looking through you,

where did you go

I thought I knew you,

what did I know

You don't look different,

but you have changed

I'm looking through you,

you're not the same.