Willie after several hours of TV.

He looks like some kind of malevolent puppetmaster. 

The remote.  

Too much Matlock, perhaps. 

Willie waits. 

Inside the lock. 

Lock!

One of the locks on the Columbia or Snake river. These things are massive.  

Out of order here. The external lock wall and gate. 

Here's the massive, death-star like gate.  

Ivy goes to Forest Park!

A few semi-interesting pictures of Ivy in Forest Park on a dark, rainy day. I miss that dog.