Dinner

If you've ever lived with me, you know what this is. It's Lucier tomato sauce. It's just garlic and tomatoes and olive oil and a long time to cook. It's the beginnings of the sauce my dad wrote "Pasta for Tired Dancers" about. It's made in the cast iron skillet my mom gave me. It's my Sunday night in Indiana, made listening to NPR.

Hints

When there isn't a lot of light, even a hint is enough. More from the Pacific Northwest, where I'll be moving back to in September, I hope.

Waiting

Feeling a little bored and a little lonely, I went to the basketball game an hour and a half early. And found this.

The air up here

What an amazing day in Seattle. How wonderful to have a few days just to take pictures of whatever looks interesting.

Pretty things

While Wylie works, I get to putter around and take pictures at the Corson Building. Good vacation so far. One glorious week left.

Seattle

Seattle is stormy, and beautiful in a way I've never really seen it before. Perhaps this is because I'm homesick, and wish I lived here for real. Above, Matt's new dog and pheasants, at the Corson Building.

No words for it

When things stop making sense, it's time for a vacation. I'll be in Seattle for two glorious weeks, starting tomorrow. Above, a shot for this morning's assignment, at the Ferdinand Optimist Club's Annual "Toilet Bowl."