Painting Day at the Gordon Skagit Farm
October 11, 2014
Several of my women friends, old and new, met for a day of painting outdoors at the Gordon Skagit Farm. There was no shortage of vegetable models and colorful views to inspire our art making. And we fit right in with the celebratory spirit of art in the country, surrounded as we were by Eddie Gordon’s paintings.
Painting has been largely a solitary pursuit for me, and I have come to love these informal meet-ups to paint with kindred souls. Several of these women meet regularly and take classes together. Someday when I’m retired I hope to be just like them!
Exploring Seattle On Foot: Long Walk # 2
July 1, 2011
“I have never found a city without its walkers’ rewards.”
— John Finley, “Traveling Afoot”
I so enjoyed my first long urban hike across the I-90 floating bridge (see yesterday’s post), that I’ve planned several more.
I set out on my second long walk, a journey of 8-1/2 miles, from my home to the Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle. I hiked 3-1/2 hours, including stops for photos and coffee and a picnic breakfast, along a route with scenic trails. Here are some highlights:

First stop: the Woodland Park Rose Garden at 50th & Fremont Ave N (unfortunately, the gates did not open until 7 a.m.)

Waiting for the Interurban sculpture at Fremont & N 34th Streets. It's a Seattle tradition to decorate these statues.
Iridescent Rust
May 4, 2010
I love this old truck that I pass along Greenwood Avenue North on my way to work. I can only hope that I will wear out as beautifully.
Rust
by Hudson Strode
Rust has some roles to play —
Its dust besmears the escutcheon
Of a vain respectability,
Mouldy with its varletry of mediocre mouthings.
Rust smells hard
And pungent,
Like stale spice.
But in sophisticated sunlight
Its strangely burnt-out roughness
Is more subtle
Than gold.
Love,
Rust-stained,
Gives off a magic iridescence
And sometimes strikes immortal song
From a languid poet.
A feat of genius is a flake of brain-rust.