Shooting every day

I’ve started carrying my camera with me at all times, which has led to a couple of amusing moments when cops or the Seattle ambassador people assume I’m a tourist.  It has also meant that for the last week or so, I’ve gotten to take pictures all over the place.

I assume I’ll eventually run out of things to take pictures of on my daily walks at lunch, although who knows – every day gives different light and different weather, so things always look a little bit different.

Today we got a short break in the POURING rain, so we ran out to Sketchy Pho*, and I got in a few pictures on the way there.

*we have no idea what the name of the pho place is – but it’s the remaining open business in a building that is otherwise abandoned and falling down.


Covered in bees

There are very few lawns in our neighborhood – almost everyone has replaced them with flower or vegetable gardens.  There isn’t much grass, much to the dog’s disappointment, but there are lots, and lots of bees.  On an average evening walk we will see at least three different kinds of bumblebees, tons of honey bees (pretty sure there are at least a couple of people who have hives within a couple blocks of us), mason bees, and assorted other little winged pollinators.

Note to self: getting up close and personal with a giant lavender bush covered in bees to take pictures will result in me being covered in bees.

Bonus funky plant:

Party Boobytrap*

Lunch-hour walk down an alley in Pioneer Square.

Safer than you’d think!  Also?  Palindromes in moss.

(ok, so this one is a bad example…  there are others in which the moss is actually growing. I swear)

*In the <a href=””>flickr set</a> from today’s walk.

Old News

We pulled out the last few pieces of nasty old linoleum from the shed* this afternoon, and found pieces of old newspaper glued under some of it. The internet being chock full of crazy information, we were able to figure out that these date to some point in the early-mid 1940s from the horse racing results.

The second horse listed here, Lavengro, was apparently fairly well known back in the day. Pedigree info was found here: And info on two of the jockeys who rode in that race was found here and here. That’s just what a couple of minutes with Google turned up. Neat stuff.

*and by “shed” we mean “strange, largish building in the back yard that was built by drunken monkeys”. Soon it will be my studio space. Sooooooon.

Discovery Bay

On the recommendation of a friend from work, Matt and I headed up to Discovery Bay with the dog for the weekend.  The recommended destination was the Chevy Chase Beach Cabins, and they fully lived up to the hype.  Truly wonderful dog-friendly place to get away and stay for a weekend.  Everything you’d ever want in a vacation rental, including a private beach where the dogs can run free.

This was Stella’s first trip to the beach, and one of the extremely rare times she’s been off leash (her recall is less than stellar), and ZOMG! the running! the slobber!  the eating god-knows-what off the tide line!  At least she didn’t find some dreadful rotting thing on the beach and roll in it.

She ran towards us:

She ran away from us:

She chased seagulls into the water and discovered that it is a)cold and b)wet:

There was a LOT of running back and forth down the length of the beach. A tired dog is a good dog. Unfortunately, a wet hound is a STINKY hound. The tiredness totally made up for that stink, though.

The cabins are all painted different colors, and are awfully pretty in the afternoon light.

I had lots and lots of really good pictures, and then my SD card DIED.  Died so very hard I couldn’t recover anything off of it, nor could any of my minions.  It was very, very sadmaking.  We went up to Sequim and got another card, but the weather the next day wasn’t nearly as good, and the tides weren’t as low, so I couldn’t get any more pictures of the amazing beds of living sand dollars.  I hadn’t seen sand dollars around here since I was a kid, so that was extra cool.

I’ll throw a couple more pics at you here, and if you want to see the rest, go check the out in my Port Townsend flickr set.

the hinges on the front door of the main house on the site – SO pretty!

What’s the message here?

Grace Hopper Celebration of Women in Technology, day 1:
The swag bag:
The bag itself: shiny.

The stuff:
More pens than I’ll need for the next couple of years

3 screen cleaners

2 notebooks and a pad of post-its

1 water bottle

The pile of “women will like this” stuff:

* 3 mirrors (4 if you count the one in the hairbrush, 1 of which arrived shattered)
* a purse hook (it took three of us to figure out what this thing was)
* wildflower seeds
* a jelly watch
* a nail kit (with file, clippers, scissors, and tweezers)
* a folding hairbrush (with mirror inside)
Plus two bottles of nail polish and two lip balms from vendor booths.

And the Pile of Incredibly Random Stuff:

* paper airplane
* beer cozy (diet soda cozy?)
* beer can opener (diet soda opener?)
* tiny miniature backpack iPod holder? (seriously, I have no idea wtf that one is)
* 2 desk cell phone holder/stands



Stella with her backpack

The dogmonster turned 1 this past weekend, and finally got the backpack we’ve been wanting to get her all year. The day was spent hiking, foraging for mushrooms, and enjoying the company of some good friends from work (and enjoying the first real day off I’ve had for three long months). It was glorious.


The ferns were all white in one area.


The first visible snow of the year for me, against an amazingly blue sky.


I loved the way the bright yellow trees reflected on the lake.


Jennifer Billig is an absolutely amazing artist.  Amazing.  Seriously.  Anyone who can take a vague description and a call-phone photo of a headstone, and turn it into *exactly* what I had in my head is exactly that: amazing.

Stage one of The Big-Ass Tattoo is done.  I’m due to go back in September for part of the shading and color, and then again in December for the rest of it.  Hopefully it will all be finished before the end of the year, but we shall see how that goes.

Roughly one hour into the actual inky bit we were up to the elbow, and I was feelin’ fine.  Just fine.

Dogwood tattoo at the first break

Dogwood tattoo at the first break

At hour 3 or so we had the whole arm done, and I was still feeling pretty chipper, although freezing my arse off:

Dogwood tattoo, second break

Dogwood tattoo, second break

Then we did the shoulders and the upper back, and that was pretty much when my body decided it had definitely had enough:

Dogwood tatto, the final hour

Dogwood tatto, the final hour

That last bit was absolutely brutal, which really surprised me, but the entire outline is done, which should be the worst of it, right?

I love it.  Looooooove it.  Love.   Also?  I’m now covered in beeeees!