Modern art can be tricky even at its best – it can be snobby and inscrutable and intolerably highbrow and, well, annoying. But today at the Olympic Sculpture Park, a young woman walking around in the Richard Serra sculpture said this: “This must be what it feels like to be a fish!” It’s nice to …
Summer in Seattle is perfect and sweet. Even while it happens, you’re nostalgic for the moment that just passed. Photo: V. in the garden at the place where he lives with K. A fabulous time was had by all.
I subscribe to a certain Lucy Van Pelt type of psychology, a belief that “carpe diem” is really more than enough to go on, in fact, it’s almost all you need to know about getting by in the world. It’s served me well enough, but at times, it falls just short. The day has been …
The boys’ garden is place of wonder, truly. If you’d seen this scrappy patch of dirt with a few randomly placed badly chosen plants, you would not believe it could be transformed into the fabulous oasis it is today. The lilies are in bloom, yellow butterflies appear and disappear over the fence, and two little …
Last Friday, I was stunned, truly stunned to find myself saying “Thank God It’s Friday.” I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt that way. If I reach back in the dusty places of my memory when I still had a “real” job I might be able to come up with something, but even then, …