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All of the most earnest and profoundly sincere apologies in advance. You didn't need to see those pictures, did you. Nor did I. (Click on images to enlarge.)

Winter in Seattle is a calm, but relentlessly cruel mistress. And she's got a fetish for drab buildings---concrete, best of all. Why do we enable her so?

I just had my blood tested for Vitamin D, and like almost everyone who lives in this eternally gray city, I'm deficient. So now at least I have an official excuse for being the nation's crankiest urbanist blogger.

But I'm trying to not to forget that sometimes wonderful things come wrapped in grey.

Awaken you dreamers
Asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs
Populate your unconscious grotesques

- XTC

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