Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life

8:00 am.  My morning commute on the train where everyone avoids eye contact and reads their Kindles.

10:00 am.  Opened the store and snapped a quick pic with the nicest coworker I have.

12:00 pm.  Shoes.  Taking a photo of the spreadsheet I was actually working on would have bored you.

2:00 pm.  Boxes I need to unpack.

4:00 pm.  The store room next door is empty.  I went over and snapped this pic because I was actually auditing last weeks sales receipts and it would have been really boring.

6:00 pm.  This photo is of the Smith Tower, taken from the outside elevator on the 14th floor, on the way to the gym.

8:00 pm.  This is Bear.  She thinks she is going to get some of my food if she tries really really hard to look cute.

**I added as many of the posts that participated in the challenge that I could.  Hope you like them!**

2012 Year In Review

2012 is so over.  I have compiled a month-by-month list of the ‘Best of SPA/Waldina” and posted it below.  I love best/worst lists at the end of the year.  In fact, I included some that I found over the internet at the end of this post.  I hope 2013 is astonishingly kick ass for you.

Instagram. We love it. We hate it. I have chosen one photo of a moderately artsy nature (less faces and such) from each month of 2012. There is a link to my Instagram profile on the right-side navigation bar, I am parkeranderson.

Now let’s take a look at my favorite blog post from each month.  Amongst all the Style Icons and Not So Secret Obsessions, I have chosen the ones that I like the most.  Or the ones that I think are worth a second look.  I may be re-fry some of them for 2013, but for now these are my favorites of 2012:

JANUARY:  Screwball – If you have a chance, you should see “Holiday.”  It is probably one of my very favorite screwball comedies, although choosing one is impossible.  You could just add everything that George Cukor directed to your Netflix and that is a great start.

FEBRUARY “Mrs de Florian – Style Icon” – For 70 years the Parisian apartment had been left uninhabited, under lock and key, the rent faithfully paid but no hint of what was inside.

MARCH:  “Open Letter To Politicians.” – I want to cast my vote for who I believe in the most, not for who I disagree with the least.

APRIL:  “Coffee: The Greatest Addiction Ever” – Every day the world consumes 300 tones of caffeine – enough for one cup of coffee for every man, woman and child.

MAY:  “Tornado” – Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it’s still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. Because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. But if you’re like me, you just keep chasing the storm.

JUNE:  “Forgetting Does Not Mean Forgiving: A Father’s Day Message” – Be the parent you wanted, not the one you had.

JULY:  “But I’ d rather know a shover than a pusher ’cause a pusher’s a jerk.” – I came to a realization this weekend.  It’s not that I don’t like children as much as it is I really don’t like some of their parents.

AUGUST:  “What Was Saved” – Your house is burning. You have to get out fast. Suddenly you are forced to prioritize, editing down a lifetime of possessions to a mere handful. Now you must decide: Of all the things you own, what is most important to you?

SEPTEMBER:  “The Art of Coffee: A Mad Men Era Short Film” – How, then, do we make the perfect cup of coffee to our taste? Success lies in a single word: Care.

OCTOBER:  “Karl Lagerfeld – Humanity’s Antagonist” – “What can you write that hasn’t been written already?”

NOVEMBER“Daily Prompt: Last Words (of Advice)” – “Never tell anyone you collect frogs.”

DECEMBER:  “Stick Figure Model Confidential – Fire” – I like the end results of the shoot and think that my work here will save lives.  That’s what it is all about, isn’t it?

2012 LISTS

Best Books of 2012 by GoodReads (voted by readers)

Ten Greats We Lost In 2012 by EOnline

Top Wikipedial Searches for 2012  by The Washington Post

The Most Compelling LGBT People of 2012 by The Huffington Post

Anti-LGBT Villains of 2012 by The Huffington Post

But this is by far the best of 2012:

Paco will not be joining us this evening.

Try as I might, he would not go through the door into the cold rainy night.

It's too cold outside. #adn

**This is my submission to this morning’s suggestion of embedding Instagram photos into the blog via url instead of saving them and posting them as regular photos.  It does seem to save time and is pretty cool.**

**There was a better photo yesterday of Dino (Paco’s brother) hiding in the window that I will add the same tag to so you can see it.  I could have a whole blog just for their antics.**

What Was Saved

Please consider donating to the Red Cross to help them prepare for and provide shelter, food, emotional support and other assistance in response to the wildfires burning in our area.  For too many people, this is not an interesting exercise, but a reality.

HOW TO DONATE:

  1. Online: go tohttp://american.redcross.org/NorthwestResponse
  2. Visit:  U.S. Bank branches in Western Washington  [ find a branch near you ]
  3. Mail a check to:

KING 5 Northwest Response

P.O. Box 24525

Seattle, WA 98124

Since the Taylor Bridge fire began on August 13, dozens of homes near Cle Elum have been destroyed.

Earlier, I posted an entry about a book called “The Burning House: What Would You Take?” by Foster Huntington:

Your house is burning. You have to get out fast. Suddenly you are forced to prioritize, editing down a lifetime of possessions to a mere handful. Now you must decide: Of all the things you own, what is most important to you?

  • The practical? Your laptop, your smartphone, what you need to keep working and stay in touch?
  • The valuable? Your money, your jewelry, the limited edition signed poster in the living room?
  • The sentimental? The watch your late grandfather gave you, the diary you kept as a teenager?
What you choose to bring with you speaks volumes about who you are and what you believe in—your interests, your background, your view of life.With contributions from all over the world, The Burning House is an eye-opening pictorial meditation on materialism; an in-depth, intensely personal interview contained in a single question; a revealing window into the human heart.I put forth a challenge to everyone to try and do it themselves, grab everything you think you would grab when your place is burning down and photograph it.
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Oddly enough, a couple years ago, the neighboring building caught on fire in the middle of the night and our building was evacuated.  So, including waking up, getting dressed and waking up the rest of the building, I think all I remembered to grab was my wallet, keys, and phone.  I think I was wearing that super-warm extra large parka I “borrowed” from the Nordstron valet parking guys years ago.  In all fairness, I was pretty sure our building wasn’t going to burn down.
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I recreated that night tonight and grabbed all the stuff below.

Clockwise from upper left: my great-grandmother’s small wooden box sitting on my grandfather’s wooden box, an old whale vertebrae, two Polaroid SX-70 Land Camera with sonar focus, reading glasses, passport, MacBook Pro, red scorpion paper weight, photo booth picture of Rick and me drinking beers, external hard drive, iPhone, wallets, two white ceramic artichokes made by Rick, small metal frame and art made by artist and friend David Hamlin.

I guess I am going to put all that stuff in the wooden boxes?  To be honest, the whale vertebrae and ceramic artichokes were already sitting on the table and I found the Polaroid cameras when I was searching for my passport.  I know that if I had a bag and five minutes, I would probably not stop until that bag was full and the time had run out.  I mean, how could I forget external rechargeable speakers, iPod, and more books that I could even count.  Then, there is that pair of elephants my sister gave me and that elf head cookie jar I bought at the junk store in Navy Yard City.

I made a photo slide show of items I would try to save from the lake house if it was burning, here it is (naturally, I used a LOMO filter on all of them):

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Rick created his own collection of things he would save from a fire, between the two of us, the only thing we would be prepared for is international travel if our place burned down.  Here are his:

Dogs, Pia and Bear, passport, assorted love letters, photo album, Gucci sunglasses, running shoes, and ceramic artichoke (made by Rick).

I am not sure how he managed to get the dogs to sit still on the table.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Purple

“I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice it.”  Shug.  The Color Purple by Alice Walker.

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This Weekly Photo Challenge took me a while to complete.  It is amazing how much purple you see out there in the world when you have it in the back of your mind that you need to take a photo of something purple.  A lot more people wear purple clothing than I had originally realized, or drive purple cars.  There was even a woman at the Lake Kathryn Village Market who added purple streaks to her silver-white hair.  I finally found this amazing arrangement of purple orchids in the fireplace lobby betwtten the One and Two Union Square buildings.  I took the photo with my phone and the LOMO app.

To this day, the first image I think of when I think about “purple” is Charlie McWhorter, even twenty years after the last time I saw him.  Charlie was a huge benefactor at Interlochen Center For The Arts and also known for his clothing.  If he wore red, it was everything red and all red.  Purple was by far most everyone’s favorite.  Hat, boots, shirt, pants, leather jacket, all purple (only accented with an impressive drenching of torquoise jewelry).  While simotaneously recognizing the abundance of purple out there in the world, I was also realizing that there is absolutely no purple in my life anywhere.  A complete void of all jewel tones, actually.  I guess it is also void of all earth tones, too.  [in the spirit of full-disclosure, I do own a hot pink hoodie, a couple pairs of khakis, and my living room carpet is beet red]  I am completely comfortable and happy in my otherwise black-gray-blue-white life.  I feel a yellow kitchen, red car, or even an orange t-shirt do not match my sensibilities.  I would much rather have  almost monochromatic rooms that I could fill with colorful art and people than orange, red, and green accent walls and feel trapped in a 24/7 clown birthday party.  I have spent most of my life trying not to be noticed, it would seem out of character and a bit desparate for me to drive a red car.

The Wiki:

Purple is a range of hues of color occurring between red and blue.  In additive light combinations it occurs by mixing the primary colors red and blue in varying proportions. It is a secondary color because two colors (blue and red) make up this color.  In subtractive pigments it can be equal to the primary color magenta or be formed by mixing magenta with the colors red or blue, or by mixing just the latter two, in which case a color of low saturation will result.  Low saturation will also be caused by adding a certain quantity of the third primary color (green for light or yellow for pigment).

The actual color of Tyrian purple, the original color purple from which the name purple is derived, is the color of a dye extracted from a mollusk found on the shores of the city of Tyre in ancient Phoenicia (present day Lebanon) that in classical antiquity became a symbol of royalty because only the very wealthy could afford it. Therefore, Tyrian purple was also called imperial purple.

Read some of the other takes on purple:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Movement

This photo was taken earlier today with a slow shutter app on my phone while going over the Tacoma Narrows Bridges in Tacoma, WA.  Then run through the instagram machine (so few photos escape that these days…).  You can read more below about the bridges and watch what happened to the first bridge back in 1940.

The Tacoma Narrows Bridge is a pair of twin suspension bridges that span the Tacoma Narrows strait of Puget Sound in Pierce CountyWashington. The bridges connect the city of Tacoma with the Kitsap Peninsula and carry State Route 16 (known asPrimary State Highway 14 until 1964) over the strait. Historically, the name “Tacoma Narrows Bridge” has applied to the original bridge nicknamed “Galloping Gertie” which opened in July 1940 but collapsed due to aeroelastic flutter four months later, as well as the replacement of the original bridge which opened in 1950 and still stands today as the westbound lanes of the present-day twin bridge complex.

The original Tacoma Narrows Bridge opened on July 1, 1940. It received its nickname “Galloping Gertie” because of the vertical movement of the deck observed by construction workers during windy conditions. The bridge became known for its pitching deck, and collapsed into Puget Sound the morning of November 7, 1940, under high wind conditions. Engineering issues as well as the United States’ involvement in World War II postponed plans to replace the bridge for several years; the replacement bridge was opened on October 14, 1950.

By 1990, population growth and development on the Kitsap Peninsula caused traffic on the bridge to exceed its design capacity; as a result, in 1998 Washington voters approved a measure to support building a parallel bridge. After a series of protests and court battles, construction began in 2002 and the new bridge opened to carry eastbound traffic on July 15, 2007, while the 1950 bridge was reconfigured to carry westbound traffic.

At the time of their construction, both the 1940 and 1950 bridges were the third-longest suspension bridges in the world in terms of main span length, behind the Golden Gate Bridge and George Washington Bridge. The 1950 and 2007 bridges are now the fifth-longest suspension bridge spans in the United States, and the 31st-longest in the world.

Tolls were charged on the bridge for the entire four-month service life of the original span, as well as the first 15 years of the 1950 bridge. In 1965, the bridge’s construction bonds plus interest were paid off, and the state ceased toll collection on the bridge. Over 40 years later, tolls were reinstated as part of the financing of the twin span, and are presently collected only from vehicles traveling eastbound.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

I do enjoy getting the photo challenge and then looking through my “stock photos” on my phone and/or computer to see if any of them match what is required.  Luckily, I had three that I thought matched “create.”

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This photo is well known to my family, it is a handprint in wet cement created by a very young Reed Anderson some 50 or so years ago.  It is below the hand rail on the steps leading down to the Minnesota “Minnie” Building on the waterfront at Interlochen Center For The Arts.  This photo was taken last summer when we were all gathered for Reed’s father’s (my Grand Uncle’s) memorial service.  The Anderson family has a strong connection with Interlochen, three generations deep.  I love it.  I miss it.  It changed my life and possibly saved my life.

 These two photos are macramé wall hangings done by my grandparent’s friend and neighbor, Mrs. Richmond.  They must have been created in the 1970′s some time, at the height of the craft-craze.  The Richmonds passed away quite a few years ago and the house has been sold, but to their credit, the new owners have kept Mrs. Richmond’s handy work hanging, even after painting the house.  I love these guys, in a way they remind me of my grandparents.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today

This Weekly Photo Challenge was a bit more difficult than I had initially thought.  What makes a photo relate when it was taken?  It must be some sort of current event or headline.  Unfortunately, Seattle has had a string of awful current events this week.  This photo is of the parking spot where Gloria Leonidas was murdered two days ago.  I walk by this spot four times a day to and from work and have watched the bouquets multiply.  Below is an article I read today that identified the victim and the people (one of them a homeless vet) that were there at the end of her life.  I have seen the vet around the neighborhood, I hope to see him again and be able to thank him.

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Police credit homeless felon for helping at tragic shooting

SEATTLE — When Seattle police officers met Jason Yori years ago, circumstances weren’t ideal.

From the corner of Seventh and Pine where he regularly stands with a sign, the now-sober Yori shares stories of the drugs, alcohol and homelessness that made officers know his name. There were times they almost locked horns, he admits.

That’s why some officers who responded Wednesday morning to the shooting at Eighth Avenue and Seneca Street said Yori’s actions were so moving.

He had been in Freeway Park and was around the corner from the Town Hall parking lot when he heard a gunshot.

Gloria Leonidas, a married mother of two, had dropped off a friend and was planning to rejoin him after paying to park when Ian Stawicki – a man on a murderous spree – approached and began beating her.

Leonidas fought for her life, and Stawicki’s .45-caliber handgun jammed. At one point, police say, she knocked it to the ground. While another bystander was talking to a 911 dispatcher, the fatal shot rang out.

“I ran up to her right away and there was just a massive pool of blood there,” said Yori, 58, who helped along with other bystanders. “I didn’t know anything about her, so I spoke to her as a human being who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

The Navy veteran said he gave her last rites.

“I felt really special to be able to do that – for us to be there when nobody else was there with her,” said Yori, 58.

He saw Leonidas’ black Mercedes-Benz SUV drive off, but didn’t get a good look at Stawicki driving it.

JoAnn Stremler, who was on her way to the freeway from Virginia Mason, said she made eye contact with the suspect, who gave her the finger. Stremier said she left her car running and attended to Leonidas, as did another woman and her husband.

“Her eyes were fixed and dilated,” Yori said, “and when your eyes are fixed and dilated there’s no sense in going further.”

But bystanders and medics did.

As Yori held Leonidas, a woman in scrubs gave CPR, he said. Stremler said she and that woman both tried to resuscitate the Bellevue mom. Medics rushed her to Harborview Medical Center, but police said it was clear to the first-arriving officers that she wouldn’t survive.

Detectives also recognized early similarities – the handgun caliber and parts of the shooter’s description – between the Town Hall scene and Cafe Racer, where five others were shot.

A police supervisor who recognized Yori told him to leave, not knowing he was trying to help. Another officer who also recognized Yori next to the victim asked him to keep onlookers away from the crime scene, which he did. He also stayed to give officers a statement.

“Once the gun went off, it echoed for what seemed like minutes,” Stremler said.

Yori, who grew up a self-described military brat in Europe, said he came here years after his wife died in 1986 and was drawn by the movie “Sleepless in Seattle.”

But he’s often slept on the streets or in Dumpsters for cover. His history includes three confirmed felonies, all drug cases, and a criminal trespass conviction.

Once, years ago, before Yori became sober, he was giving CPR to another man. A friend watching told him to leave because the cops were coming and things could end badly.

“I said, ‘No, man. You don’t do that to somebody.’”

Yori’s no longer on Department of Corrections supervision, and said he’s working to set up a tent city for homeless veterans. Still, he wasn’t sure how some police would respond to him at the Eighth and Seneca shooting scene.

Officers with the Department of Corrections’ Northwest Community Response Unit, which handled Yori’s case in rougher times, said his actions were commendable. Yori gives them credit, too, for helping him stay sober and conviction-free for years.

After giving Leonidas last rites, Yori went to his church, Seattle First Presbyterian on Eighth Avenue, and prayed for her. Later that night, he went to sleep as he usually does in the church’s doorway.

Told Thursday she had two young children, Yori’s striking blue eyes welled with tears.

“I got to thinking, what would it be like to come home expecting your wife to be there, expecting your mom to be there and all of a sudden, she’d been shot.

“That reaction, you feel so helpless. Absolutely helpless.”

via Police credit homeless felon for helping at tragic shooting | Local & Regional | Seattle News, Weather, Sports, Breaking News | KOMO News.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hands

Here is my submission for the “Weekly Photo Challenge:  Hands.”

All I can think of us the Ting Tings‘ song “Hands.” I’ll see if there’s a video.

These are photos of mannequin hands I have taken over the last few years.

Creepy.

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Hands:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Blue

Alcohol under a black light.  Here I am at ReBar, drinking a glowing vodka and tonic.

And for a bonus, below is a picture taken by Marc Von Borstel of the lines he shaved in my head then turned the whole photo blue.