Rather than going to church on Easter morning, I went down to the Port of Tacoma with a couple of friends, and looked about for interesting things to photograph.  I love shooting in industrial areas, particularly when they are somewhat run down and deserted.  That was exactly what I found that morning.

This particular image stood out for me because as a child my parents drank coffee religiously.  We always had these large Maxwell House cans on the kitchen counter, and I remember the smell of opening a fresh can.  The cans in this photo are circa 1980... and aside form some rust, (and 2800 miles) they could very well be the very same cans that were on my kitchen counter back in the '80s.

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This Easter I am sure my parents were drinking coffee from some other source.  Like much of America their coffee requirements have changed with the advent of Starbucks.