Apparition in Seattle

So here I am driving to get on the I-5 when I see this.

The fog was beginning to burn off and reveal the sun streaked sky. A voice in my head rang like a hymn, saying, why work today? Stop and go. Stop and go.

A little closer this time.

A little closer now. A little closer now.

It says adapted from a poem by Nancy R. Smith. A poster at Pacific Middle school, Des Moines, Wa. The kids are gonna be alright. Hopefully.

Low Tide

Sandpipers piping in the sand bar at low tide.

The mist was a cloud. We stood at the ocean’s shore, waded in the tidepools, as the wind ripped in every direction.

Magnolia Park

Found myself near Magnolia park today around lunch. A strange name for a park with no magnolia trees. Actually it’s in the magnolia neighborhood in Seattle and according to wikipedia both were misnamed by a Navy geographer. Dumbass.

Actually the park is full of Madrona trees, which according to local lore are considered good luck and if you buy a house with one in the yard, well you’ve got a keeper.

Madrona trees in the fore and some kind of ship, with the cascade mountain range in the distance.

I went to the park hoping to find something special. It turned out it was nothing special. I hoped to find some kind of inspiration, though it was nothing special. I sat and listened to the sprinklers, waiting for something to come, but I could only repeat the line, there is nothing special. When nothing is special, everything becomes special.

Cascading mountains,

Red hawk nesting, laughing at

All my efforting.