Photography


So being that I take The SlaveBox Express (aka public transportation) to work everyday, I walk a few blocks between bus stop and destination and therefore get to see…and notice…things that those speeding around in cars might not. While you’re hurling along down the asphalt, rummaging in your purse on the passenger seat, illegally texting novellas to clients/friends/bosses/family and risking life and limb (and fines and lawsuits), I’m getting a tad bit of exercise, earbuds firmly set, a new-favorite-band-discovered-recently blaring from my iPod…and perusing my city. Looking at nothing. Looking at everything. Searching for color, line, shadow, glare and texture.

Today was no exception. The little green walking man in the walk-don’t-walk sign blinks on, my Dr Martens leave the curb, I glare at the aging bimbo in the Stupid Ugly Vehicle (SUV) who almost “forgot” that the red light means that she actually must stop…preferably BEFORE entering the crosswalk portion of the road. I reach the far side curb, begin my decent down a sidewalk with an incline to rival any in San Francisco…hell, it could well double as a certain piece of playground equipment it’s so steep…and, lo and behold, there she was: A 1961 Mercury Comet 2-door coupe…with an obviously very adequate parking brake…just sitting there on the cobblestones.

Now, this sweet vehicle really deserves a better mommy/daddy…because sweetie needs a bath, as well as some extensive work on her interior. A little minor exterior sprucing up would be nice too. That all said…I want her.

Isn’t that ironic? Put me behind the wheel with my little driving gloves, Jackie-O sunglasses, floaty headscarf and deep red lipstick slathered on my pouty-snarly lips and…oh! I’d suddenly be in with you lot, zipping around the city not noticing anything anymore wouldn’t I?

Huh.

And therein lies the dilemma.

But ain’t she COOOOL?? I would be SO bad-ass in her. sigh

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After three days of non-stop blustery soggy mayhem, something amazing happened: Oh My Gawd…the freaking SUN came out! It was still pretty windy…and the temperature had dropped considerably…but a sunny winter day in downtown Seattle means only one thing: Yea, verily I say unto you, thou must go on walk-about during thy lunch break. Period.

A walk-about downtown is not a real walk-about without drooling over pretty things through a large pane of glass…

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…but if one stays too long plastered cheek-to-cheek with the window, not only does your face start to get really cold, but people start to look at you funny…and sales people try to get you to come in out of the wind “just to try it on”. Oh, hell no. That’s way too dangerous and/or painful. (No $$ = No can buy anything. sigh)

So, on we trod…

Hello, Westlake Park. Do you miss your Occupy Seattle brothers and sisters?

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But it’s not all looking at the pavement on a sunny Seattle afternoon. Once you look up at the sky you can’t help but see the awesomeness that rises from the dark into the light…

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But sooner or later, that Pied Piper’s tune wafts through the alleyways and trickles over the rooftops…and there you are again…

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…with your face slowly losing feeling against the icy pane…your eyes glazed over…and tourists exchanging quizzical looks.

Fuck ’em. Leave me to my wistful fantasy…

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I fail to understand why the American Political Machine grants so much gravity to what the hell they think in Iowa. I get that it’s a swing state. I get that it’s “America’s Heartland”, full of working class, prideful voters, with a history and tradition of doing it for themselves. I get that the Iowa Caucus is the first major kick-off game of the championship play-offs in the winner-takes-all extravaganza that ends in Washington.

Big whoop-dee-whoop.

This ain’t readin’ tea leaves! This shouldn’t be a game of Follow-the-Leader! What Joe & Wendy Schmoe decide they like and want to do in Iowa shouldn’t have such a damn awe-inspiring, head-nodding influence on the rest of the other state races, damnit! Unfortunately, thanks in great part to the media and perpetuated by all sides, that’s exactly what it does. What a freaking bunch of lemmings Americans are.

We’ve got a line-up of frothy asshat morons babbling conspiracy theories to scare, lying kiss-ass promises to coddle, and enough thinly cloaked hatred of you-name-it to incite that I just want to slap everybody real hard up-side their heads and send them to bed without dinner…all the way out to OUTER SPACE!

But, see, now I’m getting all foamy at the mouth…and I have not even yet broke out the soap from this box I’m standing on, much less shoved it onto anybody’s tongue, especially not mine. Time to take a deep breath…sigh…and chillllll.

Now isn’t this picture of the flowerbeds outside The SlaveBox a hell of a lot nicer than anything out of Iowa tonight?

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Ok, that’s it. Talk amongst yourselves. Better yet, shut up and have a glass of wine. 🙂

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Sometimes, after being stuck indoors with The Heinous Dreaded Holiday Cold of 2011 for a few days, you just have to just go on walkabout to take pictures of stuff…of anything…if only to remind yourself that there really IS a real and tangible world out there. It’s not all just Facebook and Twitter, Flipboad and Tumbler. Yep…time to slap on the pit-stick, swish some Listerene, lace up the Dr Martens and hit the neighborhood pavement. Besides, I desperately wanted a mimosa and there was not a drop of orange juice in the refrigerator!

Hello, favorite local grocery…long time no see!

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The cruel fallacy that are flowers in winter…

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A plethora of olives: No one can eat just one

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A local favorite: caught, cooked and ready to eat…pass the drawn butter, please!

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Let them eat CAKE! 🙂 Sweets for the sweet…and for good luck in the new year…

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Time to pay The Piper…

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Aaaannnd…Ta-DAH! We emerge victorious, mission accomplished.
(Note: Doesn’t Darling Daughter look cute in her hammy pose? LOL)

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Something about the day after Yule/Solstice perks me up. I get all crazy and giddy and feel like I’m about to burst. The SUN is on the RETURN! Holy Crowley! F&ck Yeah! 🙂

Take a peek into my world today at 11:00 am…

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Seattle, 3:00 pm

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Only 10 days until Christmas…Seven until Yule! You ready? 😉

Here’s a bit of Holiday Sparkle, from the TheSlaveBox Lobby, Seattle…

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