48 hours came and went but i still can’t say it all makes sense
ask me about 515 Madison some day...
Here and now clocking the passage of 96 hours and counting I’ve gained some retrospective perspective after I took a little stroll down misty water colored memory lane in the 98101 this past Saturday. Along the way I only took a few photos but they all fit the that-was-then this-is-now theme. Same spot, different year.
And on this shortest darkest day of the year I say “lux sit” which in generic Latin translates to “let there be light” Lux Sit is the motto for a large state school with a scenic 700 acre campus in Seattle. Perhaps you've heard of it. I believe a more accurate translation of the cute little Latin phrase is: “Can I get a lamp up in here? Seattle is fucking dark in December”
A building by any other name would be a building. You can call it SeaFirst, Safeco, Bank of America or blah blah blah plaza. I call it 1001. And that’s pronounced (ten-oh-one). As a legal messenger I spent a lot of time in and around it. So when I walked by at 1:00am Sunday morning, I took a photo but I didn’t have any tall cans to sip on the stoop beneath Dasher or Dancer or Prancer or Vixen. But it made me smile to think of when I did when I would when I could hide in plain sight.
Several hours later I stopped on a bench near teletubby hill and had a tall can. Easy like Sunday morning like. Same bench, different year, different beer. Same park but way more 5-story condos all around