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It had been some time since I'd been to Marymoor Park. The answer was rather lame: I'd been too lazy to order a parking pass. Since I go to the park nearly every day, I have a yearly parking pass. Only mine expired, and for several weeks I told myself each day to order a new one and promptly forgot.
So, for several weeks I went to other parks - mainly Juanita Bay, but also some spots where I'm not often bothered. Those were very nice, but with the days growing shorter, I needed Marymoor. As it's only a few minutes from my house, I have ample time to spend there before heading to work. So, I finally ordered the pass.
The only problem was, other than the all-too-familiar Argyle the blue heron, not much was going on. That changed when I happened across my old friend Martin. He was sitting around, wondering where I'd been all this time. He was very gracious to let me take this photo, then headed off to new fishing grounds. Photo Project #3633.
331A4700-Edit.jpg
It had been some time since I'd been to Marymoor Park. The answer was rather lame: I'd been too lazy to order a parking pass. Since I go to the park nearly every day, I have a yearly parking pass. Only mine expired, and for several weeks I told myself each day to order a new one and promptly forgot.
So, for several weeks I went to other parks - mainly Juanita Bay, but also some spots where I'm not often bothered. Those were very nice, but with the days growing shorter, I needed Marymoor. As it's only a few minutes from my house, I have ample time to spend there before heading to work. So, I finally ordered the pass.
The only problem was, other than the all-too-familiar Argyle the blue heron, not much was going on. That changed when I happened across my old friend Martin. He was sitting around, wondering where I'd been all this time. He was very gracious to let me take this photo, then headed off to new fishing grounds. Photo Project #3633.