Wash your windows, scrub your floor

No, I did not write this, but I stopped to read it.

One thing I like about Seattle is that produce grows along the streets. Crossing a bridge, say, you might find some cherries, and maybe some fellow gathering them in a paper cup. TS and I found some blackberries growing along the sidewalk. A guy came out of his house and said, "I wouldn't eat those if I were you," but we ate them anyway.

What are those? I said.

I think this one was going to Burning Man.

It's kind of strange--our new place is like my old place, only less shiny and less bright, and with a really long hallway, and a boy, and another cat, and...okay, not quite.

UW Campus is pretty nice looking.

We met Sloan and Jenny at the Henry Gallery. My favorite photos that day were by Uta Barth.

Jenny is a fast runner.

Sloan and I still need to finish our conversation about why she's not that interested in photography.

Good luck burns hot in the wrist

Yes, Ross is always wearing his bike helmet.


My old friend Doug visited--he grew up here, but met Carey, Myles, and I in Fort Collins, way back when.

I met him when I was working as a darkroom monitor and he (much older and wiser) took an easel without checking out. Not realizing he was older and wiser, and beyond the check-out system, I kindly asked him to follow procedure. So he signed it out, graciously, without so much as a grumble.

Now he teaches photography at Fresno State.

Carey and Myles knew a wonderful place for tea and ginger cookies.

And globes.

I thought this simple meal looked pretty tasty,

but Ross thought it would look better with an MGD. (I think they're gone now, S & J.)

Our dining room and living room windows look into this beautiful yard, full of flowers and pigeon-swarmed birdfeeders. Most of the residents, elderly with dementia, keep a low profile, though I often see one man watering the flowers and chasing off pigeons.

Thanks for the brave little peacock Molly, Matt and TS.

The Smell of Lumber.

It's my Dad's birthday. This is from his birthday lunch last year. Happy Birthday, Dad!!

Ross changed his flat handlebars because they were hurting his wrists with all these hills 'round here.

We visited the fisherman's terminal in the Interbay industrial area.

The Myrtle Edwards Trail goes through the railyards.

Ross saw tags by Buzz Blur on one of the stopped trains.

Buzz Blur (tag on the left) is said to have tagged the second highest number of railcars, second only to Bozo Texino. He's famous!

We met TS and her friend Craig, who was visiting from St. Louis for dinner.

Last Sunday, Ross and I drove north, to Wenberg State Park, where there was a "Fiesta," with a fantastic and beautiful Mariachi band. I didn't take any photos of the Mariachis.

But the park was lovely, too.

And we ate some of the fortune cookies Matt, Molly, and TaraShea gave us. This was my fortune...

This was Ross'. So far he says he has not dreamed of eating cereal, but he has, in fact, eaten cereal.