This is a tale about leaping back and forth in time, frozen in mid-leap.
Adieu Été, Sayonara Summer
Another sumptuous summer in Seattle has concluded. Seahurst Park, Burien, Washington. I have lived in Seattle for seven and a half years, and it feels like each summer season is better than the previous. It’s a city where it never gets too humid, there’s plenty of sunshine, and the grey skies that seem to threaten... Continue Reading →