I have been walking to co-work and am now struck by how every apartment building has a fancy name.

Honest to goodness actual crazy godlight in Seattle.

Appliances are maddening.

Sur la plage.

Slice of heaven at a Malibu Airbnb.

Malibu sunset.

The American Cement Building in Los Angeles.

Happily returning home to Seattle.

Happy shutter release at the moment of flight.

The turtles are unimpressed by the heron.

I've always been attracted to ladybird beetles, and them to me. So happy to catch this moment.

The quietest ferry run of the day on the busiest route in America.

For some reason, the fact that it's set in Brush Script and not Hobo bothers me more than the name.

The house across our alley will be torn down soon. In today's snow, it looks particularly haunted.

This fence has a name, a number, and a story. But what that story is? I don't know.

Maggie and her grandpa

Jenni & David at the W

Alli

Bay Bridge

Erin & Matt at the W

Cactus flowers

Huntington Gardens sun

Suspended

Tea with Swoozy at the Museum of Jurassic Technology

Descending a staircase while looking at a staircase at the Museum of Jurassic Technology

Ready for alchem-coholic transformation in slices and zest.

Gleaming in the cold, a plane flies over Yerba Buena Gardens

Medium is the message. In Medium's offices.

On the way to a restroom at a restaurant, I found two train cars converted into offices.

Fried tofu. Subtitled: What Brittany missed out on.

Still strange to be able to take pictures below 10,000 feet.

The wonderful panel participants for Nearly Impossible podcast

Spinal Tap moment

I got to Galapagos to interview a bunch of neat creators on stage for Nearly Impossible.

I wondered why this woman had so many keys.

I amuse myself in an airport lavatory in a safe-for-work manner.

St. Ann's Warehouse's current location in DUMBO encountered on a walk in that weirdly beautiful neighborhood.