Having lived in the city for most of my life, I haven’t had the opportunity to shoot much wildlife.
Sure, I’ve gotten the odd shot of an orca in Elliott Bay, not to mention several photos of the Wild Bremelo in its native habitat. Oh, and who can forget my footage from the midst of the Canadian Thug Goose invasion?
So, sure, I’ve gotten some “wildlife” footage, but when it comes to photography, most of my stuff trends toward the urban.
This being the case, when I saw a Blue Heron hanging out with a Big Ass Turtle
Continue reading The Wildlife of South Lake Union
When one has lived a charmed life, it can be difficult to imagine what it must be like to be tormented by mental illness. Add to this the fact that many mentally ill people are simply dumped onto the streets when they have no money, and it can be downright impossible to relate to the people who have experienced this pain and suffering firsthand. After all, when we don’t “feel emotionally secure” in a private, locked toilet stall … a national crisis is declared, legislation is passed, and social media erupts with sympathy for us and shame for anyone
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Value Village in Pike-Pine is no more, and all we have to remember it by is this display in what used to be their window.
It says “Rent Control”, and it’s something I very much agree with. There is no incentive whatsoever to create thriving neighborhood businesses, to get involved in the community, to be anything other than a transient when you know that, should you succeed in making the neighborhood a better place to live, you’ll be immediately kicked out while your unit is sold to someone wealthier. “Thanks for everything you’ve done to make this such a
Continue reading Seattle Rent Control (sign) Finally a Reality!
Yoo-hoo, guess who’s got the gayest crosswalks in all the land?
A different color for everyone who’s been hit in the crosswalk this week
Just your friendly hourly reminder that Seattle supports gay stuff. Hey, did you know that Seattle supports gay stuff? We also support the gay community. And lesbians. And transgenders and people with carbonite penises. Anyway, we think you should know that Seattle supports the gays, and the gay community, and the LGBTASHWKEJWKQOUSGHZ communty, of which gays are a part. Speaking of gays, I think it should be noted that Seattle supports
Continue reading Rainbow Crosswalks and the Gay Stereotype Parade
In some cities, it’s a sign that you’re in gang territory.
In others, it’s a place to buy drugs.
In Seattle, if you spot shoes hanging over a wire, you know with certainty that you’re in a neighborhood full of ex-suburban, white, recent-college-grads with beards and a fetish for authenticity, all of whom would run like their ass was on fire at the mere sight of an actual minority.
That’s right, homies, Sebastian’s turned stone-cold ghetto, and real ghetto niggaz don’t turn their shoes into Payless for proper disposal. Motherfucker. You know, unless they’ve flown home for spring break
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Gentrification Creates Homelessness Graffiti
Here in Seattle, we like to state problems. Repeatedly. In self-righteous, indignant ways.
Solving those problems?
We could not possibly care less about doing so.
Solving problems takes effort, incurs inconvenience, and requires honest self-assessment. Fuhuhuhuhuhuck that. We just want to state them. Repeatedly. In self-righteous, indignant ways.
If a problem can’t be solved with a pissy note left anonymously on somebody’s windshield, we don’t solve it.
I stood in Westlake Park during the $15 minimum wage rally, and I finally got up the stones to ask a nearby group if they didn’t think their
Continue reading No Shit, Sherlock
It’s been said, often by me personally, that the TV show “Friends” killed the American city.
Decades of white flight left inner-urban areas relatively diverse and downright affordable. Then, ‘Friends’ gained an audience, and before you knew it, there was a coffee shop on every street corner, and every other rental ad touted its proximity to nearby coffee shops, if it didn’t simply mention the TV show by name. I actually saw scores of ads that looked something like this:
“3br, 2ba, close to nightlife & coffee shops. Great for roommates. It’s just like Friends!”
For the urban working-class,
Continue reading Starbucks Reserve Roastery & Tasting Room … wait … what?
I’m happy to report that the First Annual Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night was a rousing success. It was so successful, in fact, that the organizers have decided to host a Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night each and every year, at the same exact place, 3928 1st Avenue S, Seattle WA 98134.
To those of you arriving by search engine over the next 12 months, let me ask you a question … don’t these pictures look fun?
Of course they look fun! Fun is what Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night is all about.
If you missed SSHFN this year,
Continue reading Scenes From Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night 2014
I passed the Bauhaus block today, and while passing by, I couldn’t help but note the irony.
Newcomers move to Capitol Hill because of places like Bauhaus. Yet, by moving here, they dramatically increase the odds of places like Bauhaus going away. This part of the city has officially reached a point where, in order to absorb more people, existing things have to be traded away.
It’s easy to sort of dismiss anti-growth neighborhood residents as misguided curmudgeons, but there is a very real tradeoff being made these days. The city is undergoing a rapid transformation, and unless the
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Seattle. The world’s largest Monopoly board. Magnet for every greedy real estate developer in the good old US of A.
“Well, that’s the price of progress, Rex. It’s a free market.”
Yeah, the “capitalist” mantra. That is, until it’s time for the little guy to bail out the banks that make the loans for these properties. We only care about capitalism when it’s time for the tenant to get her cut. Rent control is evil only when it’s time to pay the people back.
In any event, bend over, First Hill, this one’s going to hurt a little. It’s
Continue reading First Hill’s Panorama House Is Owned By Assholes