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Hoisting our own sunshine on a non-sun Sunday in Seattle

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Some days in Seattle, especially Sundays,
it’s necessary to make your own.
Sun, that is.

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We have these Pantone color-matching cards that make the perfect,
and we mean perfect, sunshine colors.
Mimosa makes sense for PMS 14-0848,
like Sunday brunch at the beach.

hoisting-mimosa-pantone14-0848The mechanics are a bit like flying a kite,
string required, of course.
A bit of wind helps, but not too much.

hoisting-sun-mimosaYou wait for just the right breeze, the right lift,
and you hoist your sunshine into the sky.
And bask in the glow.
Good for the soul.
SPF 2 is plenty.

In awe of the textures of New Years Day in the forest

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simply random snapshots of New Years Day in the woods of Lincoln Park…
tree-communing-NewYearsDay2013communing with trees

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composting autumn on the 138th step

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in-awe-of-algae-texturesawed by so many layers of life in these woods

awesome-olympicsa posterized view over Puget Sound

Building a Sand Snowman in West Seattle

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mittens-sandman-posterizedIf it doesn’t snow at the beach, can you still meet a snowman?

building-a-sandmanIf you find the right ingredients, like low tide, a crab leg for a nose,
seaweed hair, driftwood and sea-grass arm,s and pebble eyes…

mittens-posterizedAnd magic mittens that make sand into snow, sort of…

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And the final magic?
Sunday sunshine .

Encounter at the Islandwood Suspension Bridge

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Chapter One. Crossing to the Other Side.

Taking my first steps onto the suspension bridge at islandwood

Step one. Step onto the bridge. Don’t look down.

Move toward the light.Step two. Move toward the light. Don’t look down.

Half way there.Step three. Half way. Look up.

keep goingStep four. Dancing now. Step ball change.

Chapter Two. The Other Side.

Like a signpost.

The signpost isn’t the only one who can stand on one leg.

Left leg leaping.Left leg leap (a wise woman once said “left is the spiritual side”).

Stump jumping.Stump jumping.

Light drips off my feet.Light drips from my feet.

Light drops.Magical forest… light really is dripping from my feet.

Chapter 3. Leaf Goddess Appears

I sprout leaf wings

Ta da! I sprout leaf wings.

I am a leaf peacock.I am a leaf peacock.

Thank you, AutumnSummer ends.

Thank you, Autumn.

Brought to you by Sahale, LLC suspension bridges company.This blog brought to you by the lure of the Sahale bridge at Islandwood.

Slippery Driftwood: a cautionary tale told by an Emotikin

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Fallen

Just before she fell, she remembered seeing her feet…

and the salty moss…

and hearing the crunch of the tiny barnacles…

and the waves lapping below paused a second longer than they should have…

and the sun glinted, changing angles just so…

and she thought she heard the ferry horn rumble…

she looked up

the sun in her eyes

and she

sneezed

and she

fell.

so

much

for

balance…

 

Playing by the Railroad Tracks on a Windy Winter Afternoon

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Rail Walker

Saturdays should be spent outside.  At least for a few hours, especially if it’s 60 degrees in February, even if it’s windy and doesn’t feel like 60.  Thursday’s snow made the walking trail a muddy bog, so Emotikin decided to walk the rails. Bold, dangerous, carefree, adventurous. That’s what this Saturday called for.

Under the bridge is a river...

Call it the culvert, call it a river, call it a place to jump rock to rock, soak up the sun on a still-cold stone, daring the icy water to swirl too close.

Testing the Nesting for Mr. Mallard

Sea grass, beach grass, duck nest?  Perching here is warmer than the rocks.

Thought Clouds

If Emotikin thoughts were louder than words, what blue-sky-sunny optimism might be heard on this mid-winter concrete beach?

Ice Climber

Avalanche danger? Solid slush.  South face slope still knows what season we’re in. Wishing for spikes on my feet, skis, or a sled.

Fossils in the concrete

What were they thinking, this crew who placed the stones in the concrete berm? Did they notice the fossils in this rock and laugh, wondering whether anyone would ever notice this fine art installation?

Cross-section...We all have tree rings

What layers of life do we each have inside, secret saplings we grew beyond, now seasoned and strong?

Daredevil

Balance in the wind, poised on a pier, invisible cape, courageous.

Time Traveler

What if when you landed, there was a sign saying what year you’d arrived?

Today's play brought to you by the Letter S

Saturday. Sunny. Signs. Sings. Silly. Soul-happy. Seriously.

Life creates captions.