more pictures than words lately, which will have to be okay for now; i’m sure all three of you are wringing your hands over this. i have things to say, but these days it’s been easier to tell the moon.

i’ve acutely aware of what a limited path i walk here in seattle; even here at the 455th day since my arrival, my secret city is comprised of only a few dozen blocks of the sprawl. i measure my passage as like an ant, dutifully scurrying along the scented trails to and from work, food and entertainments, day for night. now and again i allow my feet to wander, or deliberately get off on the wrong stop to see what’s about. i long to expand my unscripted travels; i see a bus with an unfamiliar destination on its face and have to resist getting on. my concern with the return trip is typically all that prevents.

journeys outside the city are always enjoyable – but they’re judged by another measure on a bigger list. nevertheless, my exploration of the cities of planet earth continues, through the dreams and dramas of their strange inhabitants and monuments.

the company i work for moved from one building to another. its passage was quick, but its effects will long ripple. for me, it means a loss of my regular lunch spot, the elliott bay bookstore cafe, a midday haven in busy pioneer square. i shall dearly miss my daily soy latte, sandwich and soup – unsure what if any eatery might replace it at the edge of belltown for this wistful vegan wageslave.

replacing moondog soon with a new ride; still hybrid, but with two additional doors. somewhat in denial of this – it’s just a car, yet our relationship has been a sweet one. also, this will be the first time that getting a new vehicle hasn’t been initiated by the old one becoming unusable.

this is the longest i’ve gone without being a part of an RPG group since 1992. other than two 8-month breaks (yellowstone 1995 and 2000), i’ve been in one game or another for thirteen years straight. i miss it and my fellow dicerollers terribly, especially on idle sunday afternoons.

speaking of which, i’m almost finished with the seemingly enormous and oft-promised yellowstone flickr set.

it all seems like an endless series of moments witnessed from a train rumbling purposefully along a winding track to parts unknown. occasionally i think about hopping off, but my curiosity regarding the destination always gets the better of me. that, and it seems like it’d be an awfully long walk.