1. Springtime. It's my all-time favorite season in Seattle. I don't have photos to prove it right now, but trust me. The magnolias are opening and there are bits of white flowery fluff blowing everywhere. I adore it.
2. Beer. In my green drinking glass made from a wine bottle.
3. A big real grown up mattress. So long, crappy Ikea foam piece of garbage.
4. A gluttonous Easter Basket sent from my mom. I don't care how gross the innards of a Cadbury Egg look - I will always love them. Thank you mom, because you're never too old for an Easter Basket.
5. Closing on our house. On Monday. As in: tomorrow. Holycrapholycrapholycrap. Our apartment is filled with boxes and messes and fur tumbleweeds. But it'll be worth it. And you can bet there will be photos of lots of little projects to come. I'm bursting at the seams.
If I don't have much to say for awhile, bear with me. This moving thing has kinda got a hold on me.
3.21.2010
3.11.2010
Fire
This morning I awoke to the sound of Dave peeking through the aluminum mini blinds, followed by sirens and rumble of fire trucks. I slipped outside in my pajamas and saw the yellow glow of a huge house fire, just a couple houses down from our apartment. The trees obscured most of it, but I could see flames licking out toward the road and the smoke was intense. Soon our entire street was filled with fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. It was still dark out, and the whole block was eerily lit with the glow of flashing red and white and blue, and the subtle yellow of the house in flames. I couldn't even picture which house it was, but Dave said it was a decrepit looking house of sticks that you could barely notice from the road. As far as we know, no one was inside. Abandoned houses make me sad. Abandoned houses that go up in flames make me even sadder.
I really wanted to get a photo of my street packed with emergency vehicles, but I didn't want to get in the way. So I shot what I could from my apartment. The glow on my blossoming tree was really creepy.
Like a pink blizzard.
And the condensation on my crappy windows was rather beautiful.
I made a little animation of the lights through my bedroom window. They're kind of pretty and almost hypnotic after awhile.
I really wanted to get a photo of my street packed with emergency vehicles, but I didn't want to get in the way. So I shot what I could from my apartment. The glow on my blossoming tree was really creepy.
Like a pink blizzard.
And the condensation on my crappy windows was rather beautiful.
I made a little animation of the lights through my bedroom window. They're kind of pretty and almost hypnotic after awhile.
3.09.2010
Explorers
One of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest is that there's always something really awesome to explore within a couple hours from home. I'd been craving a mini road trip for awhile now, so last Saturday we ferried ourselves over the water and drove to Port Townsend, an eclectic little town at the NE tip of the Olympic Peninsula.
In town we found plenty of little shops, restaurants, antique stores, and subtle tourist quirk. There were street musicians (including a didgeridoo player who was really quite good) and the prerequisite 50's style diner that always seems to pop up in most tourist towns. But I love those joints because it means I can get a Green River soda, which instantly transports me back to my high school sodajerking days at Lauber's Ice Cream parlor.
We explored Chetzemoka Park, a lovely little patch of green with pretty camellias, beautifully landscaped walking paths, and access to the beach.
Off in the distance, I spotted a lighthouse on a sandy strip of land. We decided to hop back in the car and see if we could get out to the lighthouse point. But what we stumbled upon was really quite unexpected and awesome.
The quest for the Point Wilson Lighthouse (the top peeking out, above) led us to Fort Worden State Park, a once active U.S. Army base that now houses many restored and functional facility buildings, an artillery museum, a campground, a marine science center, a small independent publisher of poetry - Copper Canyon Press, a school of woodworking, the Madrona MindBody Institute, and of course, plenty of old concrete batteries to climb around and explore. Incredible - and all located within one state park.
The gutted concrete buildings were eerie. Luckily there were quite a few other people exploring. If it had been any less populated, I would have been terrified. I'm sure the campers have fun scaring the bejeezuz out of each other at night.
Although the entire park was remarkably clean, I got the feeling that this was a popular teenage hangout. A friend of mine reminisced about having her first cigarette at Fort Worden, "and probably my first kiss, too," she laughed.
Many walls had several layers of paint applied to cover up graffiti, but a few clever bits could still be found. Nothing can stop taggers. I rather appreciate it.
'Twas truly a fascinating, fascinating place. I cannot wait to go back and explore more someday. I already feel like I missed so much.
More on Fort Worden here.
In town we found plenty of little shops, restaurants, antique stores, and subtle tourist quirk. There were street musicians (including a didgeridoo player who was really quite good) and the prerequisite 50's style diner that always seems to pop up in most tourist towns. But I love those joints because it means I can get a Green River soda, which instantly transports me back to my high school sodajerking days at Lauber's Ice Cream parlor.
We explored Chetzemoka Park, a lovely little patch of green with pretty camellias, beautifully landscaped walking paths, and access to the beach.
Off in the distance, I spotted a lighthouse on a sandy strip of land. We decided to hop back in the car and see if we could get out to the lighthouse point. But what we stumbled upon was really quite unexpected and awesome.
The quest for the Point Wilson Lighthouse (the top peeking out, above) led us to Fort Worden State Park, a once active U.S. Army base that now houses many restored and functional facility buildings, an artillery museum, a campground, a marine science center, a small independent publisher of poetry - Copper Canyon Press, a school of woodworking, the Madrona MindBody Institute, and of course, plenty of old concrete batteries to climb around and explore. Incredible - and all located within one state park.
The gutted concrete buildings were eerie. Luckily there were quite a few other people exploring. If it had been any less populated, I would have been terrified. I'm sure the campers have fun scaring the bejeezuz out of each other at night.
Although the entire park was remarkably clean, I got the feeling that this was a popular teenage hangout. A friend of mine reminisced about having her first cigarette at Fort Worden, "and probably my first kiss, too," she laughed.
Many walls had several layers of paint applied to cover up graffiti, but a few clever bits could still be found. Nothing can stop taggers. I rather appreciate it.
'Twas truly a fascinating, fascinating place. I cannot wait to go back and explore more someday. I already feel like I missed so much.
More on Fort Worden here.
3.04.2010
Dogs
Some favorite pooches found while exploring the images at Flickr Commons.
Proud.
Intelligent.
Sweet.
Combative.
Adored.
Every day that goes by, I love my dog Gia more and more. Even though she makes messes/gets into the cat box/eats things on the counter/growls at doorbells on TV commercials. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Every day that goes by, I love my dog Gia more and more. Even though she makes messes/gets into the cat box/eats things on the counter/growls at doorbells on TV commercials. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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