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A Place Near The City

I finally got around to scanning some of my recent photos from my Diana Mini! I’m definitely seeing some improvement, as well as more areas to grow in. That said, I really love these recent shots. Enjoy!

 Washington Park Arboretum Visitor Center 
with a double exposure overlap of red berries

 Bug eaten leaves with a double exposure 
overlap of a card from Plain Jane’s Cards
Elliot Bay Bookstore, Capitol Hill, Seattle 

 Alley near Pike Place Market, Seattle

Elliot Bay Bookstore, Capitol Hill, Seattle

 Fire hydrant near my house

 Washington Park Arboretum, Seattle

Red leaves near Washington Park, Arboretum, Seattle 
with an overlap of the Arboretum Visitor Center overhang

Washington Park Arboretum Visitor Center overhang


Pink Champagne

Yesterday, I got to witness one of the coolest things EVER . . .

No silly, not this fish!

Well, I mean, I did see that too.
But you just never know what you’ll see at the market. 😉

Sunday afternoon, I headed over to Pike Place Market and got some fresh fruit and food, and of course, some of my favorite Mac ‘N’ Cheese from Beechers! (Deliciousssss)

But truthfully, all the great stuff happened after the market and I made my way over to Memorial Stadium at Seattle Center. That was the site for the Puget Sound 3-Day Walk for the Cure Closing Ceremony. I got to watch as the green field was covered with people dressed in different shades of pink, all united to help fight breast cancer. Having lost a relative to breast cancer, and knowing what a serious disease it is, I felt a sense of pride and hope as I watched my friend Alisa walk into the stadium with her team, The Dancing Sheep, having completed the 3-Day walk. I’m lucky to have friends with such big hearts that do phenomenal things that bring joy and peace to my heart.

Alisa with one of the crew members who
had helped her along the walk

The crowd gathered and everyone in the stadium took time to congratulate all the walkers and to honor those who have died from breast cancer. We also rejoiced in celebration for those who were breast cancer survivors! It was a great time, and I walked away with so much love, peace, and hope for the future of women who are battling such a vicious disease.

Afterward, I got to hear Alisa share stories from her time on the walk, and it made me wish that I was good at giving massages . . . because she totally deserved one! The flowers I had picked up for her at the market all of a sudden seemed so puny compared to what I really felt she, and ALL the women there, deserved for their sacrifice. They are truly champions!


Ease On Down The Road

Today I got to go on a Photo Stroll with some of the Seattle Flickrites! We met up at the Washington Park Arboretum and went around taking pics of things that caught our attention. I brought my digital camera, my Diana Mini, and my droid phone for picture taking. I just picked up my Diana Mini photos and will try to scan some on Monday to share. In the meantime, here are some of my favorites from my digital camera. Enjoy!

 A Tent City spotted on the bus route to the gardens

My star ring on a branch

 Greeted by bright red leaves on the
way home from the photo stroll
Red berries

 I brought one of Plain Jane’s cards with me
to use as a prop for some of the photos
 Lilly pads in a pond
 Another shot in the woods with a Plain Jane’s card
 On the brink of fall in Seattle
 Working the angles
Sitting under a tree with a good book

There’s bears in these here parts . . . 

 The runt
 Trees of reflection

 Writing letters in the park

 High up in the trees

More reflecting time

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Light Outside

I was once asked an ethical question along these lines while at a cookout with a group of new friends:


My answer was easy: Give it to a stranger. I got a lot of cynical looks and even more cynical comments, but my answer is still the same. I would rather give money to a stranger than spend an extra thousand on myself. In complete honesty, even if I had the extra thousand dollars, I wouldn’t spend it all on myself. I’d share it with others.

One of the things I love to do is give. Give time. Give energy. Give gifts. Give laughs. Give back to causes that I believe in. Recently, one of my friends signed up to participate in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk For The Cure, and it was such an honor to be able to give money to support her—even if it wasn’t a TON of money—the giving made me happy!

Today I had the opportunity to give again, to Light The Night, which helps raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I’ve known many people whose lives have been affected by friends and family memberswho have died from some form of cancer. One of my favorite music artists, Andrew McMahon, was diagnosed with cancer 5 years ago and beat it! Because of it, he’s organized the DEAR JACK FOUNDATION.

In an effort to initiate change and provide a voice for the generations of young adults who have been diagnosed with cancer, Andrew founded the Dear Jack Foundation in July of 2006.

Our mission is to be a leader in raising awareness and supporting organizations and charities with the greatest need and highest potential for impact on young adult cancer patients. We specifically aim to find treatments as well as expand on quality of life initiatives, such as counseling for young adult patients and their families. This age group of 15 to 35 year old patients is in desperate need of research. Cancer is the number one disease killer of young adults and studies continually show that the survival rate has not improved as steadily as that of other age groups.

Amongst the past recipients of Dear Jack funding are: the UCLA stem cell transplant program (a program on the cutting edge of cures through transplantation), The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, and the Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation.

In fact, if you have the FUSE channel on your TV, you can watch the documentary about Andrew’s battle with cancer called DEAR JACK. It airs on Saturday around midnight. Also, you can buy it in the iTunes store or through the Jack’s Mannequin website. A portion of the proceeds go to the Dear Jack Foundation. I bought it on iTunes when it came out and I still watch it a lot.

But like I said, today I got to give to them. Whether you are naturally a giver or not, I really encourage you to find something—a cause you’re passionate about—and give back. It doesn’t have to be much at all.  A little bit really does go a long way.


Love Is The Movement

Sometimes I get some really interesting things in my formspring. That’s the little box to the top right that says “You Ask, I’ll Answer,” and it allows you to ask or tell me anything anonymously. Well, today I got this in my inbox:

It’s an interesting thing for me to think that someone I don’t know would consider me as a source to go to about a movement. I mean, it could genuinely be spam mail, but the email address seemed legit, so I decided to do my best to answer it.


I’m really not quite sure what movement you’re talking about . . . but okie dokie?

If you’re referring to my movement of loving and caring about people, your first task is to make it a point to say hello to people you pass by on the street.

If you’re referring to my movement of sharing art, then your first task is to take 30 minutes out of your day to draw something that makes you smile. Then go to your local library and slip it in a random book.

If you’re referring to my movement in a literal sense, your first task is to put your right foot in. your second is to take your right foot out. Then you must put your right foot in and shake it all about.

In any event, I applaud you for your desire to have strong core values. I think they’re very essential in making life full. So whichever movement you’d like to join me in, feel free!!


Again, I’m not sure what they are referring to, but I hope it helped.

In other news, I’m got sick on Saturday night, but I’m on the mend. I’m drinking tea and eating soup like it’s my job.

PS: If you have any questions or statements you’d like to share anonymously, please feel free. 😀


Dress For The Weather

Halloween is just around the corner and I’ve already been
browsing the racks for some ideas! 

Truth be told, I’m hoping to stumble across a narwhal costume, because COME ON, it’s a narwhal costume! Alas, I have yet to find it. So, I’ve been looking at some other options. So far, these are my faves:



There’s actually a Spirit Halloween store that opened up close to the house, and I went to take a look there today. Here are some of the ones I liked:

 SALLY from The Nightmare Before Christmas

One of my housemates says I should let you guys decide. I’m definitely up for suggestions . . .

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History Maker

As a writer, this has become home to me:

It is my “happy place” where worlds exists in language and imagination. In writing, there is a sense of justice—that someone’s story will be told. Sometimes it’s mine. Sometimes it’s yours. Sometimes the story belongs to a stranger.

When I was in high school, my least favorite subjects were Math and Science. My two favorite were English and History. So it seems rather fitting that one of the scripts I’ve been working on lately is a piece I call THE SHADOWS OF CHERNOBYL. It should also come as no surprise to you that it centers around the actual event—Chernobyl is not some figurative code in this case.

As I work on projects, I spend time researching before I even think of storyboarding and typing out long scenes. I watch videos, read books, read articles, study pictures, and so on. I find that the video research of this particular project comes in small waves, because every time I watch them or see pictures, I am consumed with their stories and in large chunks it’s completely overwhelming. I watch and hear all the things that the victims of that tragedy never knew. The time they sacrificed, the price they paid with their lives all because of a sad string of events driven by pride, miscommunication, and fear.

I see pictures like this:

And I cry. I feel their pain. I try my best to grab onto just a small fraction of what they may have experienced. And then the uncertainty, confusion and panic that I imagine they experienced finds its way onto a typed scene in a screenwriting program. Whether it will see the light of day or not, who
knows . . . but it helps me. It challenges me to think outside of the frantic rom-coms and cheap scares that flood the box-offices and it pushes me to fight to write their story. Write their hearts. Honor their lives.

And I hope that one day when this story is read, the hopeful happy ending will convey my heart for those who lived in another time, under more dire circumstances, and that others will take notice.