As a kid, many of the sleepovers I attended at my friends home had nothing to do with sleep of any kind. If I remember correctly, and I think I do. The goal was to stay up all night in order to get a head start of the next day’s badly mapped out journey into areas and neighborhoods that often resided outside of the borders or imaginary lines our parents often forbid us from wandering past.
Years later I still have a love and admiration for those pre-dawn hours and minutes where much of the world still sleeps. The streets and adjacent pavement have yet to feel the impact of rush hour cars and hustling feet. Aside from the fact that I have to actually go to bed earlier and be aided by the sound of my alarm. Not much has changed. Upon learning that Thanksgiving morning would allow the sun to rise and proudly show itself. I once again set my alarm early enough to join in and watch as the sun peaked over the horizon.
As early as it might have been and as much as I may have waited to enjoy watching the night become day. I was not the first one on the beach. Waiting for me were two separate groups of fishermen, a loving couple, a surfer and someone who found the perfect time and place to reflect and/or mediate. While returning to my everyday responsibilities on the West Coast may not present the same opportunities to watch the sun rise. I’m sure I’ll find similar joys within time.
Not a day goes by when we don’t mention how much we’ve enjoyed the opportunity to move out west and experience life in ways we might not have back east. All things considered, our move to Seattle and in particular Columbia City , has offered more than its share of rewards. Great food, weather and plenty of things to or not to do. That said, not a day goes by without talk about Seattle being a two year pit stop on the way to another town, city, state or country. Being one who lived his entire life on the East Coast. The idea of traveling to different places and living light, really appeals to me. Who knows where life brings me. If I can be happy and inspire, I’ll take it. (The pictures below were taken this morning at the park adjacent to where I am currently living in Columbia City, Seattle.)
One might ask. “What’s better than ordering delicious four dollar Vietnamese sandwiches on a Saturday afternoon?” How does doing so at a nearby Vietnamese restaurant that offers billiards and an open bar while you wait, sound? Okay, so I did leave my camera bag in the car and was forced to rely on my iPhone 7 for proof. That won’t keep me from sharing.
Since relocating to Seattle, WA. My wife and me have lived in two temporary corporate apartments on opposite sides of the Seattle Center. As we prepare to make yet another, final move to a chosen apartment in Columbia City. The thought of escaping that towering monument to tourism. I give you a couple of images I’ve taken from different vantage points. Enjoy.
After a hearty breakfast at Macrina Bakery is the SODO section of Seattle. My wife and I took some time to walk off our meal and explore the area that lay within the few blocks of where we had parked, Having always shared a common interest and driving passion for factories and industrial parks, SODO seemed like the perfect place to take in the sights. While the last couple of months have seen me become somewhat lazy when it comes to toting my camera around with me. I find myself finding inspiration in my new surroundings. Though I only took a few shots, it was this faded store sign that really caught my attention. Standing across the way of Starbucks Corporate Headquarters. It seemed like the perfect counterweight to the corporate capitalism that Starbucks has come to represent.
Another day on the go and on my feet. This one took me further than my legs can usually take me. This one taking me from lower Queen Anne down to the water front and onward towards Pioneer Square. Having exhausted myself in the process, I was able to catch a bus that would take me within a few steps of my doorway.
Being that I still haven’t adjusted to Seattle’s time zone. Waking up at 5:00 am each day leaves a couple of hours to get out for some fresh morning air. So, on this first Monday morning of my time here. I did just that. Of all the things that welcomed us to the area. It was this micro record / skate shop Here. The tiny shack whose size make me think it once served as a Fotomat or a hot dog stand. So small, I’ve yet to muster the courage to drop in for a look. Finding out that my temporary digs offer more than just a corporate enclave of cold buildings and kiosks has been reassuring to me. As the days pass. I’m hoping my curiosity will take me further. As I hope to get more acquainted with the city’s transit system.