I always imagine this stretch of 1st Ave without the modern vehicles or street signs…At the turn of the last century, things still smelled weird, there were still unsavories; the past just always seems a bit more romantic.It is interesting how we remember “better times” and yet, they always seem to stay the same, save for the changing of the seasons.Through the warm light of a Pioneer Square afternoon.

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