Northwesting

March 30, 2025

Close-up shot of ivy on a sunny day, though the leaves are in shade. Green with red fringe on the edges of the leaves. Dark Shadows behind the leaves.
Flowers, pink and white, filling up the entire frame. Gentle shadows between clumps of flowers.

Seattle’s shedding its winter coat. I enjoyed the ritual of layering up for the day, bustling through cold rain. That said, I’m happy it’ll be warmer for folks that don’t have the security of a home. Longer days tempt me to seek further out of the city.

Among temptations, there’s the idea of getting “there” as quickly as possible. Even when I’m riding my bike, however, it’s hard to convince myself to slow down when something catches my imagination. Walking feels like the only time I can see what is around me. To take a photo, brush my hand through a rosemary bush, listen to the creek.

I’m sure everyone has their speed, I’m just going through this transition where I know I’m competitive and get fixated on moving quickly, but I feel fulfilled and happy when I slow down and look at a tree. Or a frog, an earthworm. It could be I’m becoming an old man who just wants to pretend he’s fishing on the creek, but instead I sit and listen and fill up my soul.

Rainy Personal Space

March 10, 2025

So much always happening

Man. Been chasing the shadows of my consciousness for a few days. Maybe weeks? A jog over to Colorado and back to Seattle, and I feel like I am still getting an idea where my feet belong. The idea is that I’ll find a home.

My time in Colorado showed me the Move the Butte Festival, which I’d recommend to anyone. The locals show out and they’re pretty rowdy. Getting out to Hartman Rocks was also so rad. Beautiful rocks that scratch the itch for anyone missing Moab.

Then just being in town, hanging with anyone in the coffee shop, or neighbors looking for a chat on the sidewalk. Freaking great town, Gunnison.

Hope to spend more time in Seattle after another week-and-a-half out of town. Sooonb