i should blog, but i am so tired. i think i will read instead.

ciao.

What do you suppose this is?

We found it the other day while exploring Seattle and found it mesmerizing.

I want to go back to it.

And I don't even know what to call it...

An Admission

I have a bad habit of leaving things in my pocket when I do my laundry. I am amazed sometimes at the things I find. Money is often the number one find, more than I thought I had. Tonight I found my winnings from the latest challenge at work. I also often find my chapstick, which shockingly, often survives. I suppose that is because I usually wash cold. Lists, movie stubs and tissue do not fare as well, though some movie stubs do ok. Pens=disaster. I think that perhaps I should learn to check pockets before I get married and have kids. I wouldn't want to wash some of the things I carried in my pockets when I was a kid: frogs, Jello packets, rocks, and notes from friends.

Probably not so good on the washer.

How well do you know your city?

A prize to anyone who knows where this is located in Seattle...

Bad News, well sorta.

So, we had this windstorm in Seattle last weekend...

And at first I was nervous because last year all my fences blew down. But the day after the storm, I looked out the window and my yard looked clear! I was so happy! I told everyone and went on my merry way.

Oh but little did I know...

Tonight, I had to go out on my back porch. When I opened the door, I found a tree trunk in my face. My Asian Pear tree had fallen onto the house.

so sad.

The good news is that nothing got broken. The trunk hit inches from the door, the light was untouched. A small portion of the railing on my deck is broken, but from what I can tell, my roof is fine. It just looks like the tree is leaning against the roof.

I guess this means that we will have cracklin Asian Pear tree fires this winter.

Dirtyness

I like getting dirty. This is a little secret of mine. I love being dirty. It is one of my favorite things. I even like getting into fresh clean sheets with dirty feet. I love the smell of dirt, mud, sweat and slime. It reminds me of being a kid and looking for tadpoles in the small ponds around my house, climbing the tallest most pitch filled evergreen I could find in my dress, and riding my bike for hours, rain or shine.

Whenever I have children, I will let them get dirty. I won't shelter them from the pleasures of jumping in mud puddles. I won't try to keep their noses clean. I will probably join them out on the mud field playing soccer or football.

I like being dirty. Is this a crime?

San Francisco:

I love that city.

There is Always a First Time for Everything...

And Don't Despise Small Beginnings...

For the first time, I will have something published! True, its very small, and only a part of a larger work, but nonetheless....

Due out in November 2007...

To-Do List: From Buying Milk to Finding A Soul Mate, What Our ListsReveal About Us

by Sasha Cagen

check out the blog: http://www.todolistblog.com/

Weekends

i like weekends because i am not at work, i can sleep in, i go to church and i can have adventures.

and i can ignore the computer if i want to.

i want one...

via english russia

Place of Retreat

Do you have a place where you can go when life gets a little too out of control?

A few years ago, my parents sold their home in Bothell, a suburb of Seattle, and bought a little 1920's beach cottage on Camano Island.

It is very quiet there.

The beach is always there, waiting for visitors to come pick up its shells.

No matter the weather, it's always a good place to be.

35mm Film


As I have been taking more digital pictures than film, I hadn't really developed any of my film for a while. I had 4 rolls that have spanned about a year's time, so I figured I should get them developed. I had taken a lot when I was in Cape Cod in May because my digital SLR had just been stolen, so in a way, was forced to use my 35mm Vivitar.

I love how film just has so much depth, especially this one which I have entitled, "Hydrate." I posted a few more on Flickr.