i loves me some old crusty buildings and kitchy signs, and seattle was abound with 'em, with some swell nature and native and public art in between, and the
greatest store i'd ever been. i'd move there if my damn hair didn't turn to soggy spaghetti every time it drizzles.
bus stop roof in pioneer square
public sculpture at ballard locks
beach at san juan island
totem pole face at pioneer square
pike place market, the night before we actually shopped there
an old flower shop turned vegetarian restaurant in the U district
the laid back attitude of capitol hill