Artsy crap

On the trip to Long Beach, we stopped in Astoria, where we had dinner in a Bosnian restaurant. But before we did that, we stopped out at the docks and dropped off some clothes to MJ and RW's oldest son who is working as a Merchant Marine Mess Mate on a salvage vessel.





It was, for Astoria, phenomenally nice weather. Here is the bridge from the west, photo taken off the deck of the salvage vessel.



While the guys looked at large pieces of onboard machinery, I took my camera out on the dock to discover a great coiling of chains basking in the rare sunshine.




Happy, well-tanned chain, hanging out and catching rays.
All the chains seemed very together and well-integratred. They exuded a zen-like sense of calm.


I grew very daring and attempted to pet one of the smaller chains. Like a guard at Buckingham Palace, it remained unmoved.



So, tentatively, I approached the largest chain and gently tickled it. Have you ever heard a chain chuckle? I would not have expected such a response from any being with so much gravity. I was preparing to settle down and say, "Your work must be fascinating! I bet you could tell me stories, couldn't you?"

But the guys were done and it was time to go. Still, I hope to link up with these chains again sometime soon.