an express bus making its way through the silence of bellevue after 11pm
chugging along
where’s the bus?
there’s the bus!
and there’s another
and another one too, this one making its triumphant return with its set of snow chains and half of its rear bumper long gone. welcome to snow in bellevue and redmond, everybody.
here lie the shrinking remains of convention place station, a snapshot of 1990 and visualization of buses’ dwindling time remaining in the transit tunnel