it's been hotter'n fuck. yesterday I walked around downtown, past urine-scented alleys and perspiring tourists and oglers and twitchers and far too many moseyers. I was listening to a podcast about polyamory. it provided an interesting soundtrack to my surroundings: seething, roiling humanity, constantly figuring itself out, wiping sweat off skin, laughing within conversations, anonymous behind sunglasses. and me, a living poltergeist. oh Seattle.
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this was the yaahd sale I bought the Laura Ingalls Even Wilder from.
kick it root down.
more monotropa uniflora.
and curling branches.
and the BC wildfires.
come, children, gain nourishment from the Rentonian mire.
the universe as seen from my Happy Place at Volunteer Park.
warmth.
Belltown.
a split Jaw Buster. is "jawbreaker" a trademarked term? it's an awful term, anyway.
"we don't ask if it's 'good' or 'bad.' here there's no such question. our question is: does it make your hair stand up on end? is it magic?" Ferran Adrià
beautiful photos, Brynn. I especially like the way the clouds spread out like string cheese in the volunteer park picture.
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