while fatima shopped i...

shopped for sunglasses.  but there were no good ones.  and then i wandered around the store for a while.  but it was soooooo busy and i had had my quota of noise and shoppers for a day.  so i said "i'll wait for you outside."  and she reasonably said, "ok."  enthralled yet?

once out side i stationed myself by this lamp post.  and promptly was bored.  so i took out my camera and amused myself.  and that is the major body of this work.  enjoy if you dare.

where i was:
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lamp post details. it reminded me of that building in new york city.  you know the one?

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some shoppers left the store.  but they weren't fatima.  no they were not my pal.  my pal was shopping and could not be deterred.

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you'll come to know the lamp post quite well.  from this angle you can also see the hm sign blurred above.

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my view one way.

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a heavy lidded me.  katie doesn't like the heavy lidded look but i say if you've got a heavy lid go with it.

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and here is where i started dipping into texture experimentation and having a marvelous time. (just like the von trapp children in their play clothes made from drapes).  note my hair has taken on a very calico cat appearance.  something needs to be done about it.
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i took a break from myself to photo my neighbour--the fire hydrant.  i was bored.  you can't judge a bored person for what they do.  you just offer them epathy because you've been bored before too.  haven't you?

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this texture effect is cool.  it makes it look like i'm in a painting or something, but i'm not!  i'm on a real life street taking real life pictures of myself while real life people crossing to and fro in the intersection looked at me like i was super weird. (blurry guy in white exhibit a)
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this time i stuck my foot into the shot as if to say "hi!  it's me and the lamp post waiting outside on a dusky evening in seattle as my best friend shops her heart out inside"

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and that's when i started purposely leaving parts of my face out of the picture.  there's no explaining it.

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i know this one is particularly odd.  steve would have been freaked out by the peak of eye on the upper right hand corner. i like that i can share my eccentricities with the world wide web.
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somewhere in downtown seattle a curl framed itself against the busy street, took a deep breath and prepared for it's moment to shine.  the lips and they nose did nothing--they were the back drop and they knew they'd be a discoloured purplish red but the chin secretly wished it was actually a chin and not a continuation of the neck.
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i purposely did not look at anyone when i was leaning against the lamp post and lifting my camera far above my head as i could reach to get these next two shots.  when doing this sort of thing one must pretend that one is alone so that one does not get self-conscious of the silly things one does to amuse oneself while one's friend of all friends is buying apparel in a swedish clothing chain. (i had to look up how to spell apparel and let me tell you i was embarrassingly way off on that one, but let's face it--i'm appallingly unembarrassed about spelling errors).  anyways i like these two.

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back to the lamp post, i photographed evidence that someone else had been there before me, if only to leave their peppermint gum.

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then i had nothing else in me for that location.  i had exhausted all avenues of amusement to be had through the camera.  so i broke my cardinal rule of united states cell phone usage.  i turned it on, thus incurring roaming charges (super lame rogers!) then i texted the one i call bud 'why are you still on the inside?'  and then i waited.  and then i texted 'if you don't hurry i'm going to get kidnapped!'.  and then she came out.

it had turned cold.  we walked back to the car but fatima had some bathroom business to do, so after some lengthy and unappreciated stops and some traffic lights we made our way haphazardly to the westin to use the facilities.

i call this 'fatima on the cold streets of seattle'  i know it's nothing but a brown blur but if you give it an artsy name it's more appreciated.
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and this is 'fatima wonders when the light will change and if she will die of hypothermia before it does in fact change'
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we took turns in the washroom.  it was warm inside and we liked that.  when i got out i found fatima staring fondly at this photo of her and d-man with their 3-d glasses on.  cute.

then we somehow found our way out of downtown and somehow i drove home without crashing although what i wanted to be doing was closing my eyes.  at one point fatima pinched me hard.  but that was on the way down.

this is the end of this story.

i stayed up too late once again.  i'm so ashamed.  :)