Sunday, 17 January 2016
Rusting bird in a shallow birdbath…metaphor for…????…the stability of iron molecules???
Getting on toward sunset…loving the reflections on the power lines.
Waning light at The Stacks…not gonna be seeing this very often or ever going forward.
Wednesday, 13 January 2016
Walking by this healthy stand of bamboo, I thought, why aren’t the world’s ecosystems dominated by cockroaches and bamboo? Or, more abstractly, insects and grasses?
Or maybe they are, if you ignore the little-ees, the viruses, bacteria and their ilk. Which seems like a lot.
A bench and a water feature elevates this front yard to fancy. Needs a touch of weeding, though. Love the cushions.
And I’m so excited: I found out the other day that this is the turkey-tail fungi…I didn’t expect to see one until late next summer. I was wrong.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
Loving this corner storefront, with the clock on the sign. The building’s now eclipsed by most of its neighbors. Cranes are filling in the empty spots. The airspace above the roads is webbed by trolley and stop-light/signage wires.
Although just above the docks, I’m guessing that Berman Luggage most served Seattle’s residents and not visiting sailors.
Saturday, 2 January 2016
I’m starting to get used to the 20° temperature drop that we went through a couple of days ago to reach “normal” temps. Still, I was glad to walk in intermittent sunshine today, and imagine that it made me warmer—and not the act of stepping out….
Friday, 1 January 2016
We went on an urban wander midday. The sun came out for a while in the morning, and then we had A Gray Day. I didn’t see any homeless people encampments. Some of the area we explored has been used as event parking, and the trash was mostly drink and food containers, the carry-out-and-eat-fast kind…. I looked up at a raised roadway, and on this day particularly liked this contrasting red yield sign.
Thursday, 31 December 2015
We got out in the sunshine part of the day, and wandered the passageways of Oakland Cemetery. We found the African-American and the Jewish sections, which I had never entered before. The potter’s field area is, I think, the lowest part, and after the recent rains, pretty damp (aka saturated).
I don’t know the symbolism of the shell. Or at least, I never heard that angels sleep in bivalve shells. I have read that scallop shells are fertility symbols and, in Christianity, represent St James and St Augustine. Those three, with angels, seems both powerful and a mixed message.
Monday, 28 December 2015
Despite concerns about muddy spots, I did a bit more alley-prowling today. I guess the horizontal clapboard is a given. The gate, someone made a choice. Could have matched the clapboard, but that would have meant more sawing. So, the gate has vertical panels. And the two contrast.
Sunday, 27 December 2015
The Guru headed out with me on a pedestrian wander, and suggested we cross The Big, Noisy Street that I usually don’t go near. On the other side, we came across this urban camp, although we got no closer than this. There are pants hanging from a low branch that are difficult to pick out. I couldn’t tell if the occupier was present.
Love public art. Sure don’t necessarily understand it. This is a small part of an installation called New Endings by Diane Solomon Kempler. It was first installed at the site of Atlanta’s first public water supply for the Olympics in 1996. Now it’s in an out-of-the-way cove miles from that spot.
Tuesday, 22 December 2015
Love the homemade yard decorations I find when out and about, especially the ones that don’t look like Halloween-gone-wild. Here’s a copy of the Garden-of-Good-and-Evil gal in a festive, holiday mode. With the holly and evergreen boughs, ya gotta assume she’s pretty darned pagan.
