I took a walk early this morning.
Three days of answering emails non-stop while trying to prevent a server from buckling takes a bit of a toll on the psyche, so I decided to make the walk an extra-long one.
As I strode along in the steady drizzle, I paused at a rather ordinary spot at the top of First Hill, and stared for awhile. Even though I’ve walked through this intersection a hundred times before, today, for some reason, it struck me as gaze-worthy. Maybe it was the passing low clouds, maybe it was the gigantic penis building, maybe it was … I don’t know what it was.
After simply observing for a minute or so, I pulled out my little camera, and began framing a shot.
Just then, a woman holding an umbrella stopped and said “uhhhg, Seattle always looks like this.” I can’t really spell the first sound she made, but it was definitely a disapproving sound meant to convey a certain level of disgust at yet another rainy day.
I didn’t say anything to her as she went on her way, but I did draw some more attention when I got down on my knees in the middle of the street to get a particular shot. Try as I might, I could not get the shot I wanted from the sidewalk, and the one I succeeded in getting didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped, but … you do what you can and hope for the best.
I was finally shooed out of the street by a taxicab’s horn, and for the next hour, I was content simply taking mental pictures for the remainder of my constitutional.
This is the picture that I risked becoming road pizza to take:
I know, it’s hardly pulitzer-worthy, but it’s mine, and I sort-of like it.