Sitting in a Giant Crane

My new gig doesn’t normally involve sitting a couple hundred feet off the ground looking at containers going to the Far East, but it was certainly a bonus to get to do so over lunch.

I have large fear of heights, so clambering about the catwalks was a bit much, but needless to say after years of looking toward the cranes on Harbor Island, there was no way I was going to miss an opportunity to look out from them to Elliot Bay and the rest of the city.

It’s 4.5 miles from my house to the new office, and while I only managed two rides this week, that’s two more rides to work than I have done in a months and months. Harbor Island is a great jumping off point for longer evening rides (West Seattle Loop, Interbay/Burke Gilman Loop/South Interurban) that will be necessary if I’m really going to be ready for a 3 weeks of bike touring in September (and win my FatBet!)

Finally, not only has a new gig got going after the wedding festivities, but I’ve started a drawing class to shore up, no scratch that, how about establish some basic skillz in drawing before revisiting watercolor. While I’ve often sneered at the many “art” filters Photoshop contains, it was fun to play with the Charcoal and Chalk one today: not so much because the converted photos look any thing like a drawing, but as a way to consider what it might be like for an exercise to take my borrowed easel down for a few hours to draw a bit at the Port.