Fumblings upon a digital camera
(a humble artist with a powerful paintbrush)
 
 
The obligatory bowl of fruit, et al.
February 16, 2000, in my kitchen.
Somewhat of a panorama of the Southern view from the 14th floor of 
the Westlake Center Tower, where I work. Unfortunately, this isn't shot 
from my cubicle.
February 16, 2000, 14th floor, Westlake Center, Tony's cube
However, the view gets even better when the sun sets...
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center, 14th floor
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
These are the exposed pipes in the stairwell of the downtown parking garage
I use every day for work.
February 16, 2000, Securities Building Garage, 4th Ave. stairwell.
 
 
Why do I feel like I've walked in on something...?
February 16, 2000, Securities Building Garage, 4th Ave. stairwell.
 
 
 
 
The urban landscape as it can only be seen 14 stories in the sky.
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center 14th floor
 
 
 
 
 
 
Neon lights, big city
February 16, 2000, Securities Building parking garage, and Westlake 14th floor
 
 
Where does a 2-ton tractor park? Anywhere it wants to.
February 16, 2000, 4th Ave., Seattle
 
 
 
 
Through the wonder of stop-motion photography, this yo-yo doesn't *appear* to be sleeping, but it is.
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center, 14th floor
 
 
Through the wonder of stop-motion photography, this yo-yo *appears* to be doing a flying saucer, but it isn't.
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center, 14th floor
 
 
Always watch your backstop...
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center, 14th floor
 
 
Our mascot. Winner of the coveted velvet rose award for excellence in robotics design.
February 16, 2000, Westlake Center, 14th floor
Unless otherwise noted, these photos were taken with a Kodak DC280
Digital Camera in Automatic mode, at maximum resolution and best
picture quality. They started out as ~300K 1760x1168 JPEG images,
before being cropped and resampled to have a smallest dimension of
300 pixels.
shameless self-indulgence.
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