I walked a lot when I was back in Flagstaff a couple of weeks ago. Downtown Flag is perfect for the many photo walks I’ve taken there over the years, being full of alleys, shops and restaurants. On this night I had a solo dinner — a big bowl of ramen from Sosoba — and walked past a dozen familiar shopfronts, all busy and warm with people.
Teatro was previously a favorite place named Criollo, where we were regulars for breakfast. The last time we were there was a Valentine’s Day; we came in late, and they were absolutely packed, but the hostess recognized us, welcomed us and squeezed us in at the bar. We’re not yet regulars anywhere in our new hometown, and I miss the easy familiarity and routine of a favorite spot.
I spent most of last week back in Flagstaff, my first trip there since we moved more than a year ago. I have so many thoughts and feelings about visiting that town — where I lived for nearly twenty years. I went for a lot of photo walks and revisited some favorite places, including this lovely corner that holds a lot of memories. Pizzicletta has expanded to a small empire but this original location is special (and next door to my favorite bike shop, too).
Exploring the waterfront in the summertime, we checked out the Seattle Aquarium for the first time this week.
My family was skeptical of my breakfast plan, but steel cut oats with mango, chunks of Canadian bacon, some dots of habanero sauce and a sprinkle of chunky sea salt was really delicious.
I’ve been trying to clean up and organize my old catalogs of photo files from across a couple of iPhoto and Lightroom catalogs, and every time I begin, I just get absolutely stranded in memory.
Six years ago I saw Darlingside at the Music Instrument Museum. In the time since, many of their songs have become lifelong favorites, and last night I saw them again at this cozy neighborhood venue, captivated once again.1
They played a couple of songs un-amplified from places in the audience. It was a fun and particularly human few minutes, part of a special and memorable night.
Nice late evening light at the park the other night.
Downtown for an appointment this morning, I managed to walk and take a few photos while the light was still a bit low.
I admire everybody who is able to complete all 29 stops on the Seattle Independent Bookstore tour in the past week. I checked off ten of the total stops and am looking forward to visiting more of them (and returning to many). After last weekend’s long Sunday of ferries plus walking around downtown I decided I deserved a big gelato. What a great event to motivate exploring across the entire city and into the outskirts.
