Billy Bragg live in Seattle

One of my favorite singer/songwriter activists recently played in Seattle. I missed him, but fortunately cautght this video of his show at the Triple Door. Check it out here.

Biking in the fall

The Burke Gillman trail is loud with leaves. The dark morning mat of fallen big leaf maples is a yellow carpet in the last light of late afternoon. Wednesday I left work on two wheels. A block later, a young cyclist overtook me saying, "Hey!" in a friendly way. Anders is in my homeroom and science class. We raced down the long block of the school until he turned abruptly around to deliver a soda to a friend, he later told me. He might have beat me. I smiled back and hollered "See ya!"

Golden Larches in the North Cascades

Kevin, Cass, and Elias and I headed out very early on Saturday morning to catch the golden larches in the autumn prime. Not to be confused with the golden arches, we found the east-side deciduous coniferous tree in fine form. Nearly perfect weather made for a fabulous photographic adventure complete with ice, frost, and brilliant light. Enjoy photos and more here on my pbase site.

Sunrise Sunset

After yesterday's trialthetic work out (bike to work, bike home, run to pool, swim, run home), I'm amazed I'm still awake to write about today's epic long day at the "office". I left home this morning, 6:15 am, moon light shining in a clear sky. The sunrise was magnificent, a pastel smudge of pale orange and purple clinging like whisps on the Cascades. The sun had not yet risen above the peaks by 7:10.

Then, I left work today at 6:15 pm. Brilliant October sunshine bronzed the Olympic peaks. From the Montlake bridge I couldn''t decide which way to look. By the time I pulled the bike up the driveway the sky was deepening a blood orange in the south western sky.

It's getting to be that time of year, when I come and go by the rise and fall of the sun. Still today was exceptionally long; the ride was richly rewarding.

Back on the Bike

After over three months out of the saddle due to foreign travel and a shoulder injury, I climbed back into the pedals at 6 am to power the ride to school. Oh! how I love being on the bike. Darkness lifts and the alleys, flowers, and house projects I haven't seen all summer emerge. Greetings exchanged with those folks running, cycling, or walking dogs. It's clearly October as the leaves scuttle under the thin tread. This afternoon mist of a rainy evening leaves me coated with the sweet magic of being outside.