Seattle has been under an inversion for the past few days and many residents have been complaining about an odor associated with the ground-clinging fog. It seems to have affected the low-lying downtown area the most, but this morning, upon stepping out to walk the dogs, I noticed that here in Lower Queen Anne it smelled like Lewiston, Idaho. And it isn’t money.
Thoraxis and I took a long walk in the rain, I introduced him to the International Fountain, the Monorail, the EMP, and the Space Needle as we meandered through the Seattle Center. As we headed back toward the apartment I spied this little girl playing by the Armory sign, her dad’s attention completely focused on his smart phone. The little one wandered behind the sign just as mom stuck her head outside the Armory door and asked dad where the baby was. He didn’t have a clue. I’m amazed so many children survive childhood.
Walking Thoraxis around the new neighborhood in Seattle we came across this interesting doorway.August Wilson was an American playwright, winner of the Pulitzer Prize and a Tony Award. This doorway is adjacent to the Seattle Repertory Theater at the Seattle Center. It reminded me of a doorway to nowhere on the 4th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.