rapid eyeless movement

it's taken me this long to write about my recent jaunt to Washington because, shit, it's like rereading old love letters from an ex. I feel like I can't fully settle in anywhere. when was the last time I was in a place where I truly felt comfortable, or at least not as restless? Queen Anne? that was years ago. 

vacations represent the idealistic unreality, anyway. 

this was the stimulating view of Anchorage as I flew away. 

when I got to seattle... it smelled amazing, it was warm, the leaves were red and lurid, and a couple people inside the airport actually returned my eye contact, probably because they were from somewhere else. 

the epic Burke House pumpkin staircase. 

the PNW is a fucking show-off harlot. okay, cue the bird! is the quaint boat in the picture? glassy water? oh, stop! it was nothing. 

even the beach-litter is pretty. 

an absurdly attractive site for higher learning and kids with rich parents. 

Pike Place Market. 

a snail from the leeks in the yard. 

orgasmic deviled eggs with salmon roe and some other stupidly tasty stuff.  

rabbit stew. I chopped the vegetables. 

humidity. 

....AAAND back to Alaska... 

where the drains exhale warmly. 

and there's cool shit like this along the bike trails. 

current view from my living room. the solar index is nonexistent today. 

and it just started snowing for the first time this winter.