I was walking across a bridge when I took this picture. I’d been lost in downtown Tacoma, and it was probably the calmest lost I’ve ever been. I had a good parking spot. It was cold but the sun was out. I entered a bookstore and started looking around, sizing up patrons, deciding who looked best to tell me where I was. I zeroed in on an older man. He had to explain twice how to dog leg around a brick building and find the Chihuly bridge.
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