Bukowski (yeah, I admit he’s a pretty good read).
You wonder why I always dress in black.
A small glimpse of scenic Bellingham, WA, as seen from Whatcom Falls Park, just above Woburn Street. The park is hedged in by four major streets, but it’s a decent little preserve and a nice respite from the hustle and bustle of the town.
Whatcom Falls Park
As part of a writing assignment for an ecocriticism class, I’ve been making weekly visits to Whatcom Falls Park. Each time I go, I visit this little waterfall and swimming hole (this isn’t Whatcom Falls).
I go to this area for contemplation and inspiration, though I’m not focusing on it in my term paper. My final product will be an exploration of the junction of the natural and the human-made, and a discussion of the idea of “redrawing maps of human behavior” as a way of preserving and restoring wild places and natural resources.
As part of my writing about this creek and the park, I will include a brief history of a petroleum pipeline that crosses directly through the park. In 1999, there was a major leak, which dumped thousands of gallons of gas into the creek. Three young boys were killed when the gas exploded - they had been playing nearby. Damage from the fire is still visible, as pictured below.
Finally some blue skies in Bellingham.
I believe this is the site of the spill/explosion that killed Wade King and his friends.
… but it’s scary out there …
