more things that happened

Seattle, you mercurial strumpet! thank you for behaving this weekend.

Pike Place Market.

Ballard Bridge.

there are few creatures saucier than a cemetery Corvus. 

and some dude's gravesite. 

I took this for the triumphant heron in the lower left. he stayed like that for several minutes. 

the Man In (the) Tree around hour 5. apparently his name is Cody and he's twenty-eight years old and recently moved here from Oregon. 

Helen Money. the blur was a happy fuck-up. 

shakshuka! this is the first meal to be cooked on my stove in months. the lair smelled so functional.

Ink-testing pad at the UW bookstore.

Ballard. 

Broadway. 

actually, it's probably not really fun. 

if you ever need to ask "is your country plagued by religious fundamentalists?" in German, it's "ist eure Land mit religiösen Fundamentalismus verseucht?" 

little sky country

that sunset last Sunday from Denny. sunshine through rain. I feel more sensitive just thinking about it. 

I counted 14 cranes from one vantage point the other day. 

Maple Leaf.

I forget where. 

trashcan casualties. 

an orphaned carrot on 15th. 

11th & Pine. 

today was beautiful. 

and more sexy, mysterious hydroponics. 

springing forward

we all, albeit within the constraints of society and echelons of privilege and ability, choose the lives we live and how we live them. when I think of it that way, it's fucking audacious to complain about anything, really. either change shit or don't. 

today is my 150th day without alcohol. over the past few months, whenever I've had a snively shitty day (of which there have been seemingly sundry) I remind myself that at least I have that. and while it may be pathetic to be "happy" about something that the majority of the population is shit-together-enoughy to never have to contemplate in the first place, I'm fucking happy anyway. one less way to fuck up! everything really can be that easy. 

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these crows were audible from a block away.  

wee hydroponic root systems. 

Summit Ave. 

I love the way this turned out. but overexposure is the theme of this entire entry, I guess. 

i bought a copy of "Modern Primitives" at a moving sale today. I obsessed over this book when I was a teenager. we all did. it seems so quaint now. but in a way, doesn't everything?  

today is the day that everything changes!

quality automobiles in Ballard. the Volvo 1800ES in the background is my second favorite car after the Datsun B210. 

when I was a kid, all us grimy neighborhood urchins would use boards and trash to make dams and channels in the brackish underwhelm of Little Campbell Creek. it seemed entirely possible to live there forever: welcome to my personal island. this scene brought me back to that somehow. the boards bounced when I walked across.  

this is how she rests, Al Bundy-like. 

Fremont. 

8th & Pine. 

this has been here for years. it's one of those things I always check for when I'm on Ballard Ave. 

and a joyful experiment with the self-timer. 

at some point yesterday I was walking under a herd of clamoring seagulls, and my first thought was I love that sound. seagulls remind me of wandering on beaches and dissonant weather and finding creatures under rocks and being lost in my weird head. but the actual sound a seagull makes is pretty awful, and they're usually an indicator not of seaside bucolia but of something dead nearby. behold our incongruent fucking amygdala, man.   

March is the tensest month

today I had the thought I hadn't had in a few years, the thought that propelled me back to Alaska in 2012: I don't like how this city makes me feel. it's horrible and traitorous to even ponder that, but it's sometimes fucking true. it's not the rain or the grey or the indifference or the various sociological disparities; it's that it's too fucking easy to be an introvert here. 

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I said "for fuck's sake" out loud. 

the fancypants end of Capitol Hill. I only just learned that 65% of Seattle's residential areas are still zoned for single-family housing. 

15th & Thomas, complete with pillows, regal in the rain. I took this in the dark. 

and a cat I passed on 17th today, riding out the angsty weather. it was nonchalant as fuck. 

"there is a continual struggle in the human brain as to whether the old or the new brain is in charge." Ray Kurzweil