Tuesday, September 20

Something weird
... is, while sitting in your house, inadvertently making eye contact with someone who is walking by your window. You both look at each other for a long second, and then you both look away in a vain effort to pretend that you haven't seen one another, because if you've seen each other, then the person outside has to acknowledge that they were looking into the house, and the person inside has to acknowledge that they were watching someone walk down the street, and somehow you both feel voyeuristic and slightly violated at the same time.

Of course, after feigning ignorance, you will both sneak looks at each other again to verify you are no longer being spied upon, thereby defeating the elaborate little social illusion you're trying to create. Probably you would both feel less stupid if you just smiled and waved the first time instead of pretending you weren't staring at each other as though you'd never seen a person before. Who knew there were so many rules about where it's acceptable to aimlessly look? They should write these things up in etiquette books, for cripes' sake.


Monday, September 5

Just greenery and humid air
Shots of summer.





Sunset just off Interstate 82 between Ellensburg and Yakima, Memorial Day weekend.



I like shoes.



This photo is bad, but it has a story. I parked my car in Seattle one day and went to a coffee shop for a couple hours to wait for Shan to get off work. When we walked by it again, someone had left flowers on my windshield, which totally made my week. I never found out who, although I faintly suspect an attractive boy who was watching from the porch of a nearby apartment building as I parked. For some reason, I now find it necessary to walk up Mercer Street a lot.





My apartment has large west-facing windows, and I get this amazing light in the afternoon and evening: golden and glorious and streaming in so strongly it's almost tangible.



I loathe spiders. Loathe. Them. And this one's taken up residence outside my bedroom window, where it's too high to get rid of. But its little shadow was so weird that I couldn't help myself.



If you're not barefoot, it isn't summer.

Death Cab for Cutie, "Summer Skin"



Photobooth

Off the shelf

On repeat

Escape routes

For easy reference





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