Pritchard Beach

This is what Seattle looks like in January.

Originally posted 01/13/14

Craving Sun

Lots of days like this.  I crave sunshine. My LA friends crave rain.  That's how it works.

Originally posted 01/15/14

To Bowl-dly Go

Congratulations, Seahawks, on winning today and good luck at the Super Bowl!
We've got some frenzied sports love in this fine city.

I raise my Captain Kirk glass of Chardonnay to you, Hawks.

Originally posted 01/19/14

Thankful for old Buildings

Here's the malt house section of an old brewery in Georgetown.

At least the whole thing didn't get torn down (but come on---BEER lived here.).

Artists live and work here now, thankfully. So that's something.

Originally posted on 02/03/14

Sacred Geometry on my Car

This morning, I was able to catch this on my windshield.  This is the first time I've ever witnessed tiny, 2 mm snowflakes forming their 6-sided geometric brilliance with my naked eyes.  Often, we miss amazing things that are right under our noses.

But not today.

Wintertime Blues

I had to do a factory reset on my phone and lost a bunch of data.  A lot happened.  Snow happened during the second week of February. 
 Nature's reset.

Originally posted in February of 2014

Big Art at SAM

This is a Pre-Columbian monolith made from found speakers, on display at the Seattle Museum of Art.  One of the records on the floor was Who's Next.  After this, we saw the Miro exhibit.
I am thankful for art.


Originally posted 03/01/14

February 17: A Special Day on the Water with my Boy

Winter ferry ride from Bainbridge Island. 

It was a great day.

Goodnight, Y'all.

Thankful for pretty sunsets.  It never gets old to me.

Originally posted 03/01/14

February 28 again: Dinner with my Spouse (latergram)

We live in a beautiful place, floating in space.  I almost got a little verklempt when I saw the view of The Space Needle from our table.  My name is Ivar.........I'm a deep sea diverrrrrr.

Originally posted 03/01/14

Just trains and automobiles (no planes)

My mother left to go visit Portland on the Amtrak.  She departed from the newly remodeled and super squeaky shiny King Street Station.

I couldn't resist taking about 100 pictures.

Here's one.

Also, because I'm fond of non-sequitors, there's this:

Everybody must PRANCERSIZE! (Camel Toe required)

My good friend, Space Needle, comforts me after my doctor appointment.

http://instagr.am/p/W4yq1eNY_a/

And his tag along friend, Monorail. 

I see you, Space Needle.  You can't hide from me and my smartphone.

#inlovewiththespaceneedle

#obsessedwiththespaceneedle

#iloveyouspaceneedle

#canyoumarryacementstructure

I love you, Space Needle.

I have a little bit of an obsession with the Space Needle.  I feel compelled to photograph it any time I'm near it.  I get tired of this city sometimes, but I never ever get tired of seeing my beloved Space Needle.

The anniversary of being from Nowhere

February 20 marks my official anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest.  It's been fifteen years.  This also means that I've pretty much spent an equal amount of time here, compared to other cities that I've lived in long-term (Houston, Austin), and much more time than others (Portland, Chicago). 

This is why I don't feel like I'm "from" anywhere anymore.  (I grew up in Houston, but I fantasized about leaving there since I was ten years old.)

I'm a nowhere girl.  I can't figure out whether this gives me positive or negative emotions.  But it does align with my dilettante tendencies. 

Also, I realized that I've been painting mandalas in one form or another for 13 years now.  How about that.  I actually found a hobby besides music to stick with.  Go me.