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| There's a stretch of waterfront tracks in Ballard where everything is a variation of rust--rails, corrugated walls, barbed wire, piles of industrial park soil, all of it the least angry orange there is. I told the Rufco men I'd never seen anything like it, and they admitted it was a first for them, too, staplegun and Manlift to wrap a warehouse in white plastic. Then Lugger Bob was happy with my answer when I told him I was taking pictures of brown puddles b/c they'd caught my eye, a picturetaker himself, but the sunbaked buddha award for the day goes to Billy, who stood leaning against his Lincoln under a sign he'd made himself that invited all passers by to join him at his Beach on the banks of the River Traffic. |  |
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