Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says

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Use Crosswalk.  Although, in this case, you could still end up in danger…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Wrong

This week’s photo challenge is wrong, in many ways.

I spent almost a whole day looking for things that were wrong that I could photograph.   A day of focusing my energy on looking for negativity.

Enough.

That is mostly what everything is.

Think about the number of signs you see daily that tell you “NO.”  Think about the negative news stories, internet articles, even facebook posts from your ‘friends’.

When was the last time you received a positive message?  When was the last time you focused on the good?  I does not help that it is an election year and candidates seem to find it easier or more compelling to tell you about how bad their opponents are instead of telling you what good they want to do.

At Interlochen Center for the Arts, one summer we took little pieces of paper and wrote the word “YES” on them and placed them all over summer camp.  We did it at night, so in the morning, everyone woke up to tiny affirmations everywhere they looked.  We left them everywhere (on trees, buildings, doors, music stands, benches, etc.) and they migrated all over as people moved them, wore them, created more.  It was simple.  YES.  Yes to everything.  Yes you can.  Yes you are good enough.  YES.  No limitations or definitions.

So last night as I was walking to dinner and scanning the streets for something wrong, something right was right at my feet.  Literally.

Today, spend a little time noticing the YES in the world and let the wrong fuzz out.

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.

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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: Friendship

This weekly photo challenge was a bit more difficult: a photo of friendship. I am not sure if it is because friendship seems less of a visual thing and more of a feeling or knowledge or understanding? Whatever you do, under absolutely no circumstances should you Google image search “friendship.” Not unless you have a very high tolerance for inspirational quotes and kitten photographs.

Then, I read that it is Cole Porter‘s 121st birthday today, which reminded me of a song he wrote for the musical “Anything Goes” called “Friendship.” I must have seen some aspect of that musical performed every day for six or seven weeks, hours upon hours a day. Then, the performances. I knew it back and forth, could jump in at any point and recite the lyrics and probably even some of the choreography. So I will start with that:

Friendship is a connection with someone for some reason for some length of time. It may not be forever, it may not be life changing, it may not be applicable for all aspects of your life. It is a bond.

So, I am going to phone this one in and go with a photo from the John Hughes film “The Breakfast Club.” Maybe friendship is about overcoming your preconceived stereotypes and getting to know the person and finding out that you have more similarities than differences?

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: Unfocused

Weekly Photo Challenge:  Unfocused.

This photo was taken by Kim Doyle of KDLStudio.com last year. I love the color and the super ghostly streaks we all have.

It’s also funny that everyone else is talking and laughing and I am posing? Puckering? I’m not sure what’s going on with me.

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