I’M NOT TURKISH, I don’t speak Turkish (much), and I don’t have ties to anything Turkish in the U.S.A. Yet when the plane touches down at Istanbul’s airport – my eighth trip so far – my heart still flutters as if it’s the first time:
I sometimes crave caffeine on my Queen Anne neighborhood walks – but books? I discovered this “Little Free Library” in someone’s yard today, a give-and-take vellum venue – perhaps for those who’ve lost their Kindles?
Gas Works was the first park I visited when I moved to Seattle, resting my bike as I watched boats float by on Opening Day, that boating season beginning when Seattle springs to life.
Check out the new digs for Seattle’s Museum of History and Industry (MOHAI), now on Lake Union and starring….
Our quintessential Seattle view: this Space Needle, that Mount Rainier. Tidbit: When clouds dissolve surrounding Mount Rainier, we say: “the mountain lifts her skirts.“ Seriously! (view from my house, a…
This most amazing day: a sunset that stunned us into silence….