Speaking of nautical things that are here today, gone tomorrow, this big gal was just a brief visitor to my town, but she certainly brightened up an otherwise grey day.
It seems that all of Tacoma shared my feelings on this—it was all anyone could talk about that weekend. It wasn’t just her sheer size (sixty feet tall!)…
…but her cheerful incongruity.
Yet once she was towed out into the bay, suddenly she became the right scale again: a little duck in a really, really big bathtub.
Ghost domes 
Twists and turns 
Summer of Solitude 
GREAT sketches. I think I sketcher from two of those locations. I really would have liked to have seen her as she left, too. She was the highlight of the festival for me!