Pictures of Today 5/13/15, The Almost Empty..

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In my apartment building, on the third floor around the corner from my residence, and a few doors down..

There is this emptied room, vacated by an elder male tenant for reasons I know not. This may have been the result of an eviction, or an untimely passing. Anything could happen, when you believe the mystery. For weeks now, there is little evidence of recent living. The fixtures, sockets, and remaining furniture are all gone. Little is left but the cold wind from the open window, sending chills on my passing neck at times.

Later today after the outside heavy rains, I walked toward the empty room again; this time a little slower. I felt there was something else nearby. So, I decided to take a good peek inside the abandoned place.

Someone was waiting…

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Sleep well..

– Orion T

Pictures of the Night (Part 3), The Night Stop..

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Continued from previous Part 1 and Part 2, where I lost myself in the fog and I had a strange yet short adventure. And now, I return back to the Federal Way transit station.

And I have a little time left to look around..

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And, there are others. But, not for long..

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I explore the parking structure, because it’s there. And to get a better view from above.

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Everyone is gone, almost.

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I look at the time. I best go back (bus arrives at 9:45 pm).

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and here I am again. Almost empty..

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Another one appears, than disappears.

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And the last one runs. But not too late. Here comes the bus.

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And that was all. I slept very soundly on very comfortable seat. I remember nothing else..

Pictures of the Night (Part 2), Playtime Alone..

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Continued from yesterday (part 1), to the night before..among shadowy characters..

Above and below, we have a playground further away from the transit station. The basketball court has a very colorful layout, and very smooth. I wish I had a ball. But, I will playfully walk around.

Here is a two-dimensional maze, daring lost souls in the fog to partake..

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And here is a hoop guardian, ready for basketballs to pass through. It waits patiently for the dark and fog to pass.

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Soon, I would I would need to board the bus. But there was a little time, but not much..to explore a little more. Next up, the Federal Way Transit Station itself..

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(To be continued.. )

Pictures of the Night (Part 1), Strangers in the Fog..

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Lost in spirit…..

In the middle of somewhere, by a transit station in Federal Way (further south of Seattle)..I missed the bus back home, after leaving another bus from work. I was early for the next, by 45 minutes. I could wait impatiently and wear down my phone battery with obsessive social media play.  Or, I could let my curiosity take over and walk away with the phone buried in my knapsack.

So, I wandered in the fog further away from the station and around the corner, drawn towards different lights. Between them, odd silhouettes stranded about.. These were the strangest strangers, frozen in the fog.

And, I wondered in my wandering..Who or what were these strange stone apparitions? Did they also miss the bus? Would I join them?

There is no escape. I am among them now..

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This one is important. A spell or counterspell in process, I can only guess..

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Here, I think is some part of a grand epic with an aquatic setting. Details are difficult, as the night hides much.

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This one is different, and most suspicious…

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And this one, I think strays from all company. It stays alone, especially tonight.

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I could find no more information while here, other than shadowy visuals. Perhaps in the future, I will google this place. But for this foggy night, I like mysteries to stay as they are.

But, I noticed something else in the distance, far beyond this tree. It was enough to draw me away from the binding spell of the this strange gathering.

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(To be continued.. )