It has taken 5 days of morning to night work, but I have finally gotten my site gutted and re-designed. I’m still holding to the 3-column view and designed all the graphics myself. What’s more, the code under neath is all mine, too.
Seattle is nicely situated. It is surrounded by mounts, flanked by water, and pocked by parks. You don’t have to drive into the country for a little nature. It’s all within arms reach.
I have lived here for eight years and this was my first time attending this wonderful event. It was a great parade. The floats were all drawn by leg. There were dancers of all types. Children of all ages. And bodies is various states of dress. The only rule was that anyone not wearing fabric had to be covered in body paint. Oh yeah, I’m going again.
A couple of years ago, I had the chance to spend a few nights in Portland on the company dime. As my days were spent in training, I could only get out at night. Without a tripod, some of the images are a little blurry, but I think the glow of the evening lights make up for it.
Recently, I had a digital camera modified for infrared photography. Here are some of the early results.
Ballard is a neighborhood in Seattle. It has a distinct Norwegian/Swedish flavor. You can buy lutefisk (gag) here. There are also little viking here and there. Ballard also still has some red brick roads. What is very nice is that it has some great access to the water. The images below were taken from docks, waterway locks, and waterside parks. It’s relaxing to sniff a bit of sea air from time to time.
I just have to ask though…Will he get his wish. One of his bits on death he said, “I don’t want to buried. Embalmed. Stuffed in a box. Cremated. I want to be blown up. Ba-boom! There he goes. Thump-thump-thump.”
I am thankful for my time with Delilah. She snapped me back to a mode of thinking that I had neglected for years. So much time was wrapped up in bills, reflecting on the past, staring into the future, and just tuning out so that I lost sight of the present. One way to focus on the present is being aware of sensations.
Picture this: A lone man on the beach. Murse slung over the shoulders, camera in hand, barefoot, shorts & and t-shirt, and wearing a helmet. Add to that the fact that he has locked his bicycle, but left his cell phone and wallet in the rear bag. As if he thought, “Hey, the bikes locked. No one will be able to undo the zipper.” To top this all off, when he returns he finds that the zipper for the pocket containing said wallet and cellphone is wide open. The idiot: Me.
I wonder if she is right. Am I going through a transition? Or am I just getting a jump start on my mid-life crisis. It’s hard to tell. For many years, I have experienced the same nagging feeling most people get: Am I doing what I am supposed to do to be happy?