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Memorial Weekend 2015

Memorial day weekend and I got out of the home, and out of my current reality, so to speak. The forecast was grim and the pregnant, pewter clouds echoed the same. Stepping out in faith regardless of a plan, worked. We planned to visit MOHAI over the holiday weekend but couldn't get it together early enough to justify the $17 USD per person entrance fees. Oh, MOHAI is the Museum of History and Industry. Located in Seattle, Washington on the banks of Lake Union in the heart of the Mercer Mess.

Because my husband is easily frustrated by Seattle, by traffic, by my disabilities, by life in general, we decided to go on a dry run.Incredibly, this ended up being the main attraction. This was the same weekend for the Folk Life Festival, my first choice, so there were no crowds to contend with.

What we found was easy parking for the handicapped; wide, clean walkways; open space, waterfront access (even for me); interactive fountain; city, lake, and Space Needle views; bright orange angular umbrella-festooned cafe' tablesets;  brightly planted raised flower beds; a raised pond; the Lady Mary; Seaplanes flown by Kenmore Air; several ships to tour (not accessible); and the Wooden Boat Institute!
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This is what I would call a photo-rich environment! It drove me half-mad to not be able to get the photos I could see in my mind's eye. My voice is so kaput, it failed me when I tried to direct my husband. Aargh!

Oh well, I had a wonderful time, anyway. And, do you remember that promise of bad weather? It was perfect photography weather with the sun peeking out between those pregnant clouds.

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