


Pike Place Market: They toss fish back and forth here to tourist’s delight, but a neon flying fish remains stationary on the roof.
Mid-November, mid-50s, completely unexpected Seattle brilliance. This is the worst month to visit Seattle, or so the internet tells us. So much for all the rain, all the gray, “put your tourism on hold for now” advisements.
Back in the Midwest, we hear tales of ice, snow and premature winter. Five or six evenings during our week visiting our daughter Skye, out here, we are treated to spectacular atmospherics.



Seattle Sunset: The Seattle Great Wheel in the foreground, competes with the two stadiums in the middle as Mt. Rainier rises in the background, all to seemingly compliment the setting sky.
A busman’s holiday, a photographer’s vacation.



Bridge of Glass: The entrance to Tacoma’s Chihuly Bridge of Glass looks as if it’s about to soar into the setting sky.
Then taking a quick look at Tacoma, we’re enthralled by the outdoor artistry at the Museum of Glass. At first, several mounted xylophones and bell tubes catch my ear and I bang on their chords for an audience of maybe two or three. But then the clouds give way to luscious light and a soft, dramatic sunset blankets the town.



Hot Shop: A giant cone rises like Rainier outside of the live glass blowing and casting demonstration amphitheater — the Hot Shop — at the Museum of Glass in Tacoma.
I drop the mallets, abandoning my Puget sounds, and point my lenses skyward again.



Puget Sound: Returning back from Bainbridge Island on the ferry, a gull rides the drafts in front of us as downtown Seattle approaches.
Beautiful images, love the postcard style theme of this post.
Wow. My favorite photographer puts me there. Thanks.
Aww man, thank you so much! It’s a great part of the country.