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A pair of old bolts on a rusty, painted railing

There are some casual clubs in town that organize periodic group ferry rides – what a treat! Taking photos with other people who dig ferries! They look like fun and I’d like to join sometime. And it reminds me of the time I got severely scolded by a ferry crew for taking too many photos. Times have changed.

A restaurant store-front lit up in early morning dimness. It has brightly lit windows set in the concrete facade of the building.

This small corner shop would become the place where I got the most delicious and satisfying meal of my trip — a luxurious katsu curry.

A pile of photos in the Journal app.

The MacOS Journal app feels so half-baked. I thought I’d try it for a travelogue of my past week, dragged some photos to it, and it just dumps them in a pile. There’s no arranging, scaling for layout of landscape and portrait, nothing. C’mon, Apple, I’m trying to not shell out for Day One again, here.

I love being able to walk to the coffee shops. This morning was chilly, still in the 30s when I made my way after my morning spins and grocery stop.

The back of a Fujifilm X100VI, a pair of lightweight dark gray gloves, and a cappuccino cup and saucer site on a wooden counter be∏hind a shop window. Outside is a bit of leafy autumn street lightly lit by morning sun.

Checking in on the sunbeam puppy this day after Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Day was wet, very wet, so the sun coming out warm and full today was a real pleasure for, well, the entire neighborhood.

A black dog reclines on a wooden floor in a streak of sunbeam

A colorful tiled wall reading MAIZ in sharp almost pixelated black tiles on a whilte background. Below it is a countertop lined with canisters of dried corn of many colors and sizes. Below the counter is a wall of multicolored tiles in floral, hearts, and patterned designs.

Three tacos in a cardboard clamshell. They are dark blue corn tortillas layered with chicken, carnitas and steak, topped with thin slices of pickled onion and radish. They look mouth watering good.

Hitting Maiz has been on my list since moving to Seattle, and today I had an afternoon to explore the market on my own, so I stopped in for tacos. So good! What a spot.

Josh Ritter on a low stage in a cathedral. A huge pillar rises beside the stage and the stone walls are lit with blue and purple light. Warmer golden color lights up the large window behind the stage. Josh is smiling and singing, with his eyes closed and chin raised. To his right is a grand piano, where Sam Kassirer sits, head down, playing.

Seven years since the last time, I saw Josh Ritter in concert last night. He played from a small stage in a cathedral, flanked by wood and stone and stained glass, giant pillars, and Sam Kassirer at a grand piano. It was a joyful show that made me feel like part of a community in this city where we now live.

Every heart is a package, tied up in knots someone else tied.