Made up jargon of the day:
Becoming more passionate then normal about your home country just because you’re in someone elses.
Over the weekend we went up to Mount Baker with Matt and Julie, mainly for the snow (which was very, very good on Saturday – forgiving and confidence building). We stayed in a rental cabin near Glacier with (count ’em) FOUR recliners, including two with upper AND lower massage support. I hate the idea of these things, but we couldn’t stop slouching in them.
Continuing my weird habit of taking shots of overpasses and night scenes, I spent some time in the freezing cold on Tuesday night at the junction of the I-90 and the I-405. Nothing particularly spectacular. I guess I just like the converging lines that you get with narrow pedestrian bridges and highway edges, and the soft orange light from the street lighting:
I like this shot taken outside an empty warehouse on 148th, though. The stark white light is great.
Looking at these two, and all the lines disappearing off into infinity, I should just go and take photos of train tracks and get it out of my system.