One Sunday in Edmonds : Hot Chocolate and Peace Activists
Edmonds used to be a small quiet community mostly populated by senior citizens. As with most areas surrounding Seattle--we've grown. Housing prices rose and the upper middle class moved in. Edmonds is now a destination place. Yes, we have a Starbucks. No, I don't go to Starbucks. I do, however, go to other coffee shops.
Walnut Street Coffee is a new favorite place to visit. They always have a cream cheese frosted cupcake :) More importantly, they make a mean hot chocolate.
I can think of nothing better than an orange cupcake.
I see these women holding peace signs at the ferry dock every Sunday. They are committed.
"Support Our Troops" men sit across the street holding their signs. I have never doubted the support these "Women for Peace" have for the troops. When I snapped a picture of the "Support Our Troops" men, one gave a loud "Oorah!" which I thought meant "Let's kill", but I looked it up and found it may have many meanings from : approval to fuck you, so I'm not sure what he meant by it. I beleive it's a Marine or Navy cry--I was in the Air Force for like ten minutes so I haven't a clue. In any case, I smiled at him.
As I was exiting Walnut Street Coffee, the women peace keepers were entering. I happily held the door for them. We exchanged smiles and I couldn't help but look into their eyes as they passed by me. I have a deep respect for these women. They are so much more than simple "little old ladies"--as I often hear them being referred to as. They are mothers, grandmothers, sisters, friends, and women who care enough to stand in frigid temperatures and hold a sign for Peace. They care. They're involved. Peace. Peace. Peace. It's a beautiful word.
Puget Sound is always here. Light, water, reflection...emotion.
...and then there is that ferry. I never get tired of this ferry. Sometime I get tired of that guy in the picture, but often times he can be very likeable.
Walnut Street Coffee is a new favorite place to visit. They always have a cream cheese frosted cupcake :) More importantly, they make a mean hot chocolate.
I can think of nothing better than an orange cupcake.
I see these women holding peace signs at the ferry dock every Sunday. They are committed.
"Support Our Troops" men sit across the street holding their signs. I have never doubted the support these "Women for Peace" have for the troops. When I snapped a picture of the "Support Our Troops" men, one gave a loud "Oorah!" which I thought meant "Let's kill", but I looked it up and found it may have many meanings from : approval to fuck you, so I'm not sure what he meant by it. I beleive it's a Marine or Navy cry--I was in the Air Force for like ten minutes so I haven't a clue. In any case, I smiled at him.
As I was exiting Walnut Street Coffee, the women peace keepers were entering. I happily held the door for them. We exchanged smiles and I couldn't help but look into their eyes as they passed by me. I have a deep respect for these women. They are so much more than simple "little old ladies"--as I often hear them being referred to as. They are mothers, grandmothers, sisters, friends, and women who care enough to stand in frigid temperatures and hold a sign for Peace. They care. They're involved. Peace. Peace. Peace. It's a beautiful word.
Puget Sound is always here. Light, water, reflection...emotion.
...and then there is that ferry. I never get tired of this ferry. Sometime I get tired of that guy in the picture, but often times he can be very likeable.