it felt a little sneaky going out for an
"non-essential" trip down to a bend in
seattle's only river
where sarah needed
to make life
sketches and take some
for a mural
project that, against long odds, has a
chance of coming about in august.
then we climbed duwamish
gunshots rang out sporadically from
the seattle police firing range.
that's one sound i won't have to get
used to, but humanity's greatest
blessing and curse is the ability to
acclimate to the best and worst.