This morning, I was able to catch this on my windshield. This is the first time I've ever witnessed tiny, 2 mm snowflakes forming their 6-sided geometric brilliance with my naked eyes. Often, we miss amazing things that are right under our noses.
This is a Pre-Columbian monolith made from found speakers, on display at the Seattle Museum of Art. One of the records on the floor was Who's Next. After this, we saw the Miro exhibit. I am thankful for art. Originally posted 03/01/14
I have a little bit of an obsession with the Space Needle. I feel compelled to photograph it any time I'm near it. I get tired of this city sometimes, but I never ever get tired of seeing my beloved Space Needle.
February 20 marks my official anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest. It's been fifteen years. This also means that I've pretty much spent an equal amount of time here, compared to other cities that I've lived in long-term (Houston, Austin), and much more time than others (Portland, Chicago).
This is why I don't feel like I'm "from" anywhere anymore. (I grew up in Houston, but I fantasized about leaving there since I was ten years old.)
I'm a nowhere girl. I can't figure out whether this gives me positive or negative emotions. But it does align with my dilettante tendencies.
Also, I realized that I've been painting mandalas in one form or another for 13 years now. How about that. I actually found a hobby besides music to stick with. Go me.