While listening to the Orphan's Lament, I also discovered some Mongolian folk metal, but I'm not feeling that vibe tonight. I can't remember how I discovered Hunn-Huur-Tu, but it popped into my head today at some point, and I knew I needed to listen to it at some point today. Actually it's kind of a sad note to end on, maybe I'll listen to this for the rest of the evening:
Sadly that was the only picture I could find that I took from this spot. I'm standing in the bike path that is now blocked off. Now it looks like this:
This is the old lumber yard down by the canal that burned down last week. I've gone by it so many times, and never really thought to take a picture. I felt really sad to see it gone. Another piece of old Seattle gone.
I found that old thing that analyzes a sample of your writing and tells you what famous writer you write like. As if I write like a writer. To be accurate I did several different samples of my writing here on livejournal. Some more traditional blog posts, and some that were story telling, and some that were prose-ish. Not surprisingly most of the straight up blog posts came out like this:
I think it's a Peregrine Falcon with a Northern Flicker woodpecker. What do you think? I'll put the rest of the shots under a cut in case you don't want to see a bunch of pictures of a bird being hurt by another bird.
Looking closer I think it might be a Sharp-shinned Hawk. I don't think the Peregrine falcon has red eyes like that, and the chest is brown.