Equipped with coffee and tea from Tully's, longtime friend and typewriter pen pal Andrew and I walked to Fireman's Park in downtown Tacoma for a sudden micro-type-out. We caught up on some correspondence, enjoying the perfect weather--while it lasted.
Fireman's Park is by the waterside overlooking the Port, under the shadow of old city hall.
My type-in-companion was my green Lettera 22. His device of choice was a Smith-Corona Skyriter. He typed a letter, whereas I didn't really write any correspondence. I rambled on about birds, typewriters, and the weather. This was my first time typing in public for any reasonable length of time. A dozen or so people walked by without so much as a second glance. You can be weird here and still not be noticed. XD
The clouds started to roll in during our time there and within a few hours it was raining, hard (for Tacoma at least). One lightning strike even graced the occasion. Of course we happened to be caught in the rain with Ned (typewriter dog) taking pizza back to the apartment! It was fun.
Black and white photographs don't have the use of colour to distract the eye from compositional error. You can see that some of my photos are hits, whilst others are glaring misses.
