So I promise I will get around to writing about Eight Winds, but I'm just not quite up for it yet. So I'm going to skip ahead to the second part of my week-long trip to Washington: the teaching workshop in Tacoma.
For those of you who don't know, some colleagues and I wrote (and won!) a grant for self-directed professional development. We wanted to go to this series of workshops, and they just happened to be the week after Eight Winds, in Tacoma. I was pretty nervous about shifting back into professional stealth-pagan mode after all that, but was really not expecting it to loom over me quite so literally:
Here's a close-up in case you couldn't tell who that is:
Yeah. Suspended in the lobby of the fancy-pants hotel we stayed in for four days. He showed up in the public women's bathrooms, too:
This picture is actually next to the bathroom door, but there were prints inside as well. I couldn't really take pictures inside the bathroom because I didn't want to freak people out, and the hotel staff were already giving me the stink-eye.
Anyway, the hotel did have this one very cool feature, I thought:
And, not hotel-related, but my favorite of the public artwork that I saw:
Fire on the water! Most excellent.