NaNoWriMo* is in full swing and it’s a chilly, rainy day in the Seattle area. I’d say peaceful, but they’re replacing the roof on my building and the roofers started at 08:30. That’s in the ay-em. On a fucking Saturday. … Continue reading →
So, May sort of came, beat up everybody, and left. It feels like it should still be April 17th. But it’s not. It’s the first of June. In 2019. How’d that happen? I didn’t get as much done this year … Continue reading →
Dear Reader, I hate being sick. I hate it so much that I’m a horrible patient. I have been better, in recent years, about practicing good self care like going to bed when I’m sick and eating good stuffs. So … Continue reading →
Okay, it’s not really French for birds feeding; please my French speaking readers, don’t converge on me. And if you don’t speak French, joie de vivre is translated to English as, keen enjoyment of life, as in, “they were filled … Continue reading →
I have a confession to make: I adore ivy. When I lived in Chicago, I moved into a brick “three-flat,” which is Chicagoan for a brownstone with four apartments. No, that doesn’t make sense; this is because the basement apartment … Continue reading →
This is a long view, just down from the Tateuchi Viewing Pavilion, toward the Ravine Experience. The piece in the distance looks like a high-backed faerie throne. The water goes under the walkway; I stood on a pathway bridge to … Continue reading →
As I wandered onto the Botanical Garden grounds today, I mulled over my choices for “G.” I mean, Garden seemed too easy. Right? I came around a corner in the path and seriously, THIS was sitting there. Waiting for me. … Continue reading →
And so, Dear Reader, we come to the granddaddy of all frogs, the mammoth of Bellevue, the wart-encrusted bronze of doom, the ohmygoshwhatisthat of my morning stroll: this, then, would be the frog. Or toad, but today’s the F day, … Continue reading →
Welcome to the Bellevue Botanical Garden and today’s letter for the A to Z Challenge, E Is For Entrance! Believe it or not, the Garden is host to a variety of majestic entrance points. In Asian garden philosophy, and in … Continue reading →
The life of an amateur photographer is fraught with difficulties: not getting hit by a car when taking pictures of the trees along a lane (nevermind that the lane is one of four on a major thoroughfare) or chased by … Continue reading →