attitudious

August was an interesting month. this has been a most illuminating summer. I was walking today and thinking about how fucking great everything currently seems and realized I was smiling vacantly. 

I wish I could hoard this optimistic mellow feeling for sprinkling over the times when I desperately need it. 

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Washington burned. I stood in the middle of the street to take this picture. two other people on the same block were doing the same thing, phones to the sky. "this is cool! you don't see this very often!" one woman announced. I said something cynical and grouchy like "yeah, it's beautiful in a tragic way" and walked off. in Seattle we got to casually bask in the surreality with none of the tangible horror. 

reflections glowed. 

underpassery. 

hidden in Eastlake. 

paintballery.

this is what passes for a bar in Seattle. every time I'm vaguely nostalgic for Alaska I remember that stumbling upon shit like this is why I live here. 

in contrast, the Alaskaness of the Pacific Inn Pub. 

another filter of downtown. 

and another view of what is probably a grass spider. 

"a written message is less apt to evaporate. without it, you might think that you'd dreamed it." Christopher Coe