Well we finally lucked out with a beautiful sunny day for our ferry ride to the naval bastion of Bremerton.  It almost felt as if summer had finally arrived in Puget Sound with temperatures in the mid-70s and sunny skies.  Our class found endless photographic opportunities on the ferry:  mountain vistas, maritime traffic, afternoon commuters heading home, and intriguing nautical gadgetry.  At a full hour each way, the Bremerton ferry ride is a fine way to spend a beautiful afternoon on the Sound.

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Catherine Reynolds

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Catherine Reynolds

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Catherine Reynolds

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Deni Frisella

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Deni Frisella

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Deni Frisella

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Donald Fuller

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Donald Fuller

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Donald Fuller

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Doll Hair

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Doll Hair

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Doll Hair

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Dina Ingle

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Dina Ingle

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Dina Ingle

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Donna Nichols

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Donna Nichols

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Donna Nichols

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Gary Nelson

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Gary Nelson

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Gary Nelson

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Juliana

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Juliana

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Juliana

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James Smith

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James Smith

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James Smith

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Karol Paulson

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Karol Paulson

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Karol Paulson

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Linda Amesquita

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Linda Amesquita

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Linda Amesquita

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LA Roberts

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LA Roberts

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LA Roberts

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Martha Furlong

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Martha Furlong

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Martha Furlong

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Pam Winter

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Pam Winter

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Pam Winter

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Roderick Brown

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Roderick Brown

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Roderick Brown

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Ron Reed

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Ron Reed

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Ron Reed

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Reginald Thompson

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Reginald Thompson

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Reginald Thompson

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Susie O’Shea

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Susie O’Shea

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Susie O’Shea

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Tina Nicholas

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Tina Nicholas

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Tina Nicholas

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Werner Pempe

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Werner Pempe

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Werner Pempe

 

A poem inspired by our ferry ride to Bremerton by Reginald Thompson…

“O Maritime Artist Sail”

Three years of concrete and cars
Three years of dirt and drama
won’t stop my freedom flag
To fly like a seagull
over the waves of crytal blue water
 
On that sunny day
I reached the waterfront’s face
The loud horn of the ferry called
No hesitation, on my way
All aboard , camera-clad crowd
 
Scenery for a salior’s son
Bring back Alaska fishing boats, rusty red tugboats,
And maritime ropes,
My ears ring, engine sound sings
My nose finds the gallery’s goodies
 
Click, Flash, Click ,Flash……..
Maritime snapshots too hot to remember
Taken in a creative trance from France,
I read about in a cheap paper back book,
bought at the Pike Place Book Store
in Seattle.
 
O, my weeping heart sick for the sea, no more,
Only for a WHILE