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That time I met Orthrus

I cooked tonight. Fired up some potatoes, chickpeas, spinach, and garlic in a skillet. Tasty Chow Hall Eats. I ate too many potatoes. I love potatoes, but they make me tired. Or maybe I'm deflecting. Out of shape...cough cough. I'm about to complain about cooking for one, but let's

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Out of the Shoebox: Kremwerk

Blurry. Everything is blurry. Increasing vaccinations, troublesome variants, easing of restrictions, fatigue. So close yet so far. Heightened anxiety. Is it worse to get sick a week before you're eligible for a vaccination? With these variants going around, I think there's room for saying yes, yes it is, even if

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Out of the Shoebox: Miss(shu) or fun with phonetics

Phonetics might not be the right word. It's one of those words I think I know what it means, but I'm not really sure. I love the Vivace coffee stand on Broadway. I'll go ahead and lay a wager. Anyone who has ever lived on Capitol Hill, whenever they see

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Fear of Missing Out (FOMO)

There's a social pact with the online world, an understanding. Spectrum is an overused word, for a reason. It's convenient and applicable. So yea, there's a spectrum. It runs from this is how I want you to think my life is like to this is my life. Both approaches are

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Out of the Shoebox: Vivace 2018

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Out of the Shoebox: Burien with Tony and Arthur James

I'd like to get back to Burien to explore their main street area. It seems like an interesting place. A small town tucked away between Tacoma and Seattle. I wonder if it can hold onto its independence. The last time I was there was in November 2017. I helped Tony

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Resilience

The blogger's dilemma - treat every post as a stand-alone, hello world or go with some continuity. I'm sorry 5 regular readers, I'm going to provide some context. I'll try to keep it short! Tony and I shot a lot of concerts from late 2016 through early 2020 in Seattle

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Steampunk

"How 'bout a little help here..." Capitol Hill, Seattle, November 2017.

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Mood

Spammy. I warned you. Seattle, October 2017.

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Watch your 6

Technically, there's nothing right in this photo. Spiritually, there's nothing wrong in this photo. Hill Dogs, Capitol Hill, Seattle, October 2017.

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Out of the Shoebox: Pumpkin and Red

"Yea, I remember that like it was yesterday. Ol' Pumpkin and Red said enough's enough. Quit their jobs and lit out for the open road. Last postcard we got was from Bratislava. No idea where that is, but I don't think they drove there. Hope they come back this way

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Out of the Shoebox: Tortas Condesa

Spammy of late. I warned you. I like to create fake internet profiles and write reviews for this blog. "...I keep reading it because I don't know how to delete things in my RSS feed." "...totally unpredictable...you literally never know what's coming next...and the weird blogger behind it

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Out of the Shoebox: Ice Cream

I'm getting a little spammy again, which only reinforces the obvious - my site hasn't got a lot of focus. I try to remember to always turn off the "notify people by email" option, but I'm sure I've forgotten a few times. I sure hope my posts aren't adding to

Photojournalism

Jolly Mountain Fire

It's easy to want to be a photojournalist. It's difficult to do. Looking back on my very limited and amateurish photojournalism efforts, well...I realized a while ago that I need to reassess my "wants". I'm not giving up on documentary photography, but I'm never going to be an in

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The Sound and the Fury

I hope you had a chance to get outside this morning; Seattle served up a beautiful start to the day. I caught the Café Argento crew as they were opening. Breakfast sandwich, please. And a coffee. And a bag of coffee beans. I haven't mentioned COVID in a while, but

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Out of the Shoebox: Merce Lemon

I used to go to Joe Bar daily. Man, that's a good coffee shop. That's where I met Merce. If you own a coffee shop, she's one of those people you want to hire. Always had time to talk to everyone. I eavesdropped on a lot of great discussions about

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Have I told you...

...how much I hate tech? Let's say that a lot of us have a shot at 70 years on this space-traveling rock. To be alive in 2021, how many moments of our lives are spent trying to get these cursed machines to work? (I know what you're thinking, and you're

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Out of the Shoebox: Dick's, September 2017

Slow, very slow, progress through the catalog. I don't think it's smart to talk about projects. Better to finish them and then talk about them. Who knows if you'll actually finish the project. But my audience is small, I'll risk it. I'm trying to put together a zine of the

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This Camper is Not Happy

Warning, I am (was...wrote this the other day...blog time is weird) in a foul mood. And you know what, before I continue, I should go do some yoga for a bit. Come back in 20. Ok, I'm back, and part of the above was a lie. I've never

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Out of the Shoebox: Black Lives Matter

It's always strange going back through a photo archive. I have over 100k photos in the archive, and most of them suck. But there are pleasant re-visited surprises. There are a lot of I don't remember taking that. There are a lot of photographers who remember every photo they took.

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Out of the Shoebox: The Comet

I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry. The five people who read this blog are rolling their eyes. Ugh, another Comet photo. Really, I am sorry. That corner is photo kryptonite for me. And I'm years away from getting a super photo of it. The Comet Tavern, Capitol Hill, Seattle, August

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Out of the Shoebox: Defiance

Long walk today. Long for me, at least. Out of shape. Down the Hill to Pike Place Market. Braved some of the interior corridors, but the words variants and mutations hung over my head. Best to get back outside. Walked up to Belltown. Lots of places closed. I wonder what

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Out of the Shoebox: Molly Moon's

I think it's a good time to call it a night. This photo outside Molly Moon's is hitting a little hard. I can't wait to stand in a frustratingly long line of unmasked people waiting for a scoop of ice cream, and I haven't got a sweet tooth. Molly Moon's,

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Out of the Shoebox: It's a bingo!

Frozen veggies are better than canned veggies. Look, I'm not trying to pick a fight here. They're both winners in my book. But I rate the frozen veggies higher. There might be some familiarity breeds contempt going on, so more testing is needed. Man, it hurts when I think about

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Out of the Shoebox: Tobias, Anna, and Athena

Chop Suey, Capitol Hill, mid-June 2017. I remember it being cold for June. I thought my memory might be off (always a good chance), but Anna's wearing a jacket, so maybe not. I should back up. Chop Suey's side bar was (will be again) an accessible, informal spot for local