Inessential Stuff

I like lines.  More than color, more than light and shadow, what I see in an image are lines.  Wallace, Idaho had lots of great lines:  bricks and mortar, the pattern of windows, the shapes of buildings sandwiched together, and the lines their rooftops make against a blue sky splotched with clouds.  Here are some photographs of some of the lines of Wallace.

And this is part one.  Wallace, Idaho, of course.  I made a day trip to Wallace, having heard it was a quaint town.  I parked on the north side of town, and then crisscrossed my way, on foot, systematically, through the streets and alleys.  The town was quiet.  Not many people out, in spite of the unseasonably warm weather (about 40 degrees in February).  Many businesses were closed, either seasonally or for good.  I also hadn’t known that Wallace was the Center of the Universe.  Now I know.

It’s a beautiful little down.  Resting below tree-covered mountains.  Sleepy streets.  And fantastic buildings:  brick walls, transom windows, fire escapes.  So this is a bit of Wallace in photographs.

One thing Marcus loves is to go to the airport and watch the planes land.  So when we went last week, I took my camera long.  Mostly I was playing around with my new lens, but I thought some of the pictures were kind of cool.

Bonnie and I were in Phoenix for a few days last month, and while we were there, we saw, several times, from the freeway, a pair of bridges, lit up like like a carnival ride. On our last day there (in 111 degree temperatures), we stopped by, towards evening, to stroll the bridge and take pictures. It ends up the bridges are for North Mill Avenue, one north-bound, one south-bound, and it is supposedly over “Lake Town Tempe”, though it seemed like just a river. It was, however, in Tempe. That is true. And it was cool looking.

Marcus and I spent several days in Seattle, visiting Cousin Akian, Aunt Laura and Uncle MacLeod. I thought he might really enjoy the Space Needle (he was ready to go down after two minutes on top); I also thought the highlight would be going to an Angels game at Safeco Field, perhaps the first baseball game Marcus will remember (he has been to at least 6 others, all in his first year, starting at three months, but I don’t think he’ll remember those). Ends up that for Marcus, the highlight of Seattle–and I think this makes him unique among almost all people who have ever visited the Emerald City–was the Monorail. At any rate, we had loads of fun.