the daffodil’s gaze
loving glance in the spring sun
a gentle breeze blows
Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
the daffodil’s gaze
loving glance in the spring sun
a gentle breeze blows
My son and a number of my friends have asked what I think about all these people moving out of cities. Well, a Twitter friend, Bernie, posted this to his blog today: Iowa shows why the move from big cities may be only temporary. I agree with his assessment: cities offer more than affordability. I lived for the better part of 10 years in downtown Seattle and loved it. Arts and culture are a part of my soul. Having galleries, coffee shops, restaurants a short walk away delighted me deeply. One my favorite times in my life.
Anyway, Bernie references an article that looks at Iowan politics that might impeded this desire to attract the coastal urban dwellers to the mid-west*: Wood: About that public narrative we’re crafting to attract out-of-state people to move to Des Moines. Summation: the state’s anti-progressive agenda will impede growth. It’s an interesting point of view. For me, personally, politics might be a part, but, ultimately, the whole urban west coast thing is who I am. Even if they had the fastest internet on earth, I doubt I’d be heading east in a U-Haul.
*As a life-long west-coaster, I have long loved calling the middle part of the US the middle-east.
set under the clouds
my city moves through the rain
while fueled by coffee
A rainy day here, just north of Seattle. One that brings me memories of northwestern Oregon. The winter rains in Astoria where my feet were my main mode of transportation. I guess that came from the heavy weight of the rain drops along with their coldness.
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awoke to birdsong
slowly the sun rises
hinting at springtime
The birds were quite boisterous this morning. Looks like spring is nearly here. Though this hasn’t been that burial of a winter around here, I am ready for spring. Are you?
snow falling
memories: moments of cheer
delights of childhood
Snow isn’t quite a joyous a thing as an adult as I found it as a child. Yet the echoes remain.
This is my contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge, with today’s word “cheery”. I took a little liberty with “cheery”. I hope it cheers you, at least.
rain is predicted
delights pluviophiles
Seattle winters
As a live-long Seattleite, I hold a certain fondness for rain. One tempered with topical annoyance, and occasional despair. Yet, for the most part, I enjoy rain. The sound upon my roof. Watching the rain from a street-side café, listening to jazz. So much of my life revolves around liquid precipitation.
morning rain
a song, to me
memories
a break in the day
with rain no longer falling
I fit in a walk
in the light of dawn
this bitter bite of winter
balancing with grace
The winter air has a substantive bite. Our weather reports hinted at snow, January marching into February. Yet, even in this time of cold, of darkness, flowers grace life with reminders that spring approaches.