connections

 

Enroute to W Seattle for my Mom visit last Tuesday, I saw this flat bed truck carrying several huge metal objects. I looked closer and decided that they were boat propellers, some very large propellers! I had just finished some prep work for some wiring I'm doing at home, and I chuckled at the "L" and "R" notations on the yellow ones towards the front of the truck bed. I thought about the black wire/white wire...connections I had been working on. Same principles, different sizes, and you for sure wouldn't want to get them mixed up.

leaves decaying

moon rising

cloudy blue sky

watching TV

gauze

It's amazing how good it feels getting up a few hours later! Inday started at 6am today, not the usual 4am, so it meant waking up at 4:15 instead of 2:15. Yeah! Even though I technically have the same amount of time before my Tues visit Mom routine, it seems like I gained a lot more. Because I got more sleep, I'm not walking around with the feeling that I have gauze wrapped around my head, and I'm getting all kinds of things done! Again, yeah!

stuck in the Haj

I am first and foremost a 'walker', but there's something magical when I go for a bike ride like I did this morning. It's just so smooth, and I can ride through, or fly through 3 or 4 of my regular walking routes in one riding session.

This morning I rode south along the Green River to Ft Dent and the Southcenter area, up to the LRT station on 99, and then I turned back north in a kind of loop ride. I actually coasted much of the ride back down the International Blvd (99) to our house. Cool, literally...
I thought the Sounders had some kind of soccer thing happening when I got to Ft Dent, and I didn't realize it was some kind of Muslim event until I found myself in a river of Muslim families on the bike path exiting the park. It felt like I somehow got stuck in the Haj...
ps - the last day of Ramadan...

Kawasan Falls

This is one of the places Inday and I visited during my first trip to Cebu...
http://ninyaaar.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/another-visit-to-kawasan-falls/

river of fire

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150964114821971&set=a.10150947824736971.400577.187528411970&type=1&ref=nf

This is a procession that is part of Cebu's Sinulog Festival. It's Cebu's main annual festival, and we will be able see this "river of fire" from our condo...

Pat

how to barbecue, NOT

parking lot

Since I had a little shopping to do this morning, I did what I call one of my 'urban' walks down in the Southcenter area. It's always fascinated me when I see someone blocking traffic in order to park a little closer to the front door. I saw one of these characters going through this routine when I was returning to my car towards the back. He wasn't disabled or anything. He was a middle aged guy with a pot belly, and walking a few more steps would have probably been good for him. Just saying...

time...

Saturday, August 11th:
I know my days have been busy when I look at my desk calendar, and it's still on Tuesday, August 7th.

Spending more time recently at my mother's retirement home, and watching the residents scoot by with their walkers, etc, I've been thinking about how old I look lately. I look in the mirror, and I'm still the same person inside, but the outside sure changes over time... Reminds me of a story, or something that I actually witnessed (I can't remember - another sign of aging), of two people meeting after many years apart, and one of them doing a double-take and saying "is that you Ralph?'
ps - the glasses are a whole 'nother story

graffiti

One of my favorite walking routes goes under some railroad tracks out here, and one of it's highlights is the graffiti art. I've been photographing them over the past few years, and this is one of my favorites. I took this photo today, and I think it was done within the past week or two. Very nice.

toothpicks

jets

boats

three amigos

art

It's interesting, after all those years of identifying myself as a woodworker/craftsperson, and these past few years as a photographer, my sketches and notes right now are going in a completely different direction. At least I'm "going" somewhere artistically. It feels like I'm finally doing something, or getting close.

"the gift of surrender"

violence in America

I was looking through some of my old sketches and notes Thursday evening, and I read the following journal entry from my early 80s trip to Japan: "befriended by group of J students...they suggested itineraries; we talked about American 'individualism' vs J 'conformity'; violence in America..."
Violence in America.
The news Friday morning was all about the theater shootings in Colorado.

bubbles self portraits

click on the photo for a larger image, and a bunch of silhouette self portraits in the bubbles...

reflections, shadows...

how can they see anything?

That's what I was thinking, watching an old western on our little black and white TV back in the early 50s. I was sitting alone in our living room, listening to the cloppity cloppity sounds of horses hooves, cowboys circling round and round a little house somewhere out in the old west. Almost pitch black, I could just make out some silhouettes of the riders charging by, their guns a blazing! How could they see anything?

dinner?

The Heron was just standing there, motionless, so still that I could get a decent photo with my little camera's zoom opened to it's max. I didn't see the two turtles until I uploaded the photos and started editing, and then I saw there were four of them, all lined up. Dinner?

car show

eat your vegetables

biking again

One problem with biking again, in this beautiful weather, my one hour ride turns into 2 and 3 hours. Thursday I drove to a park south of the W Seattle bridge on W Marginal Way, and I biked up and over the lower bridge towards downtown. I rode downtown along the waterfront and checked out the new Ferris wheel. Cool. It reminds me of the one in Santa Monica. Friday morning I rode from our house north along the Green River and joined the Duwamish trail in Georgetown. Rode over and under the 1st Ave S bridge and up to the park where I parked yesterday. On my return route I rode up and over the 1st Ave S bridge, and then down E Marginal Way along Boeing, etc, to the Green River. Good ride...

silence...quiet

silence...quiet

my mornings
with my fresh cup of coffee
doing my computer routine
before looking at the morning paper
no sound of the TV
cats resting after their breakfast
fireplace sounds
and the quiet tapping sound of these keyboard keys

ferris wheel