Foggy Spokane

Foggy Spokane

I spent some time taking photos in the foggy Spokane weather last night. One of the shots was this one of the statue of Space Shuttle Columbia astronaut Michael Anderson.


Why I won’t make a list for 2014

  1. Lists hardly convey what actually happened in a year with sufficient details. Let’s be honest, there isn’t much information for readers when something gets put into a list form.
  2. I took photos this year.
  3. See? Not much detail at all. Just one line doesn’t share that I traveled to Sandpoint, Wallace, Harrison, Grand Coulee Dam, Ocean Shores, southwest Oregon, the Columbia River, Seattle and elsewhere within the past year.
  4. I remember the squishy feeling of freshly-laid sod as I walked through Sandpoint in the pouring rain with a friend. Although I haven’t experienced sinking in quicksand, watching your foot disappear slowly into the ground is unnerving to say the least.
  5. Paul Colman’s newest CD, From the Saltland to the River, was my soundtrack while driving out to Wallace. He has a way with lyrics and different guitar rhythms that made each listen of the 14 or so tracks enjoyable several times through. Given some questions I had at the time, his words hit the right spot.
  6. “Welcome to the Human Race” is a particularly haunting look at humanity and what some versions of religion have become. And then a couple of tracks later, he bursts out into a tune similar to an Irish drinking song.
  7. Wallace, Sandpoint, Harrison – they’re all just a little over an hour outside of Spokane, but provide a breathtaking view of the different landscapes Spokane has to offer. That diversity in geography is why I love living here.
  8. That same geography is also why I hate driving on Spokane’s South Hill in winter.
  9. There’s a love-hate relationship with my love of Spokane.
  10. On one hand, Spokane is the right size to attract great music festivals, like Spirit Fest, which I attended in July. My favorite singer/songwriter Peter Furler was the opening act.


    Third Day at Spirit Fest in Spokane

  11. Peter Furler doesn’t need flashy lights, autotune or confetti machines to put on a good set.
  12. A week after seeing that show, I was baptized.
  13. The next day, I saw Paul McCartney in Seattle.
  14. July was a good month.
  15. In late August, it was time for a week off from the newspaper. It’s a good time for a vacation, but driving across the desert that is central Washington without a functioning air conditioner was a poor life choice.
  16. ADD Moment: It’s a bright idea to regularly check your vehicle’s oil on a thousand-mile trip.
  17. I hadn’t traveled to Seattle on my own via Highway 2, and I’m glad I made a good life choice in that regard. The scenery is incredible, even if you might be roasting inside of a traveling red oven of a car.
  18. Driving through Seattle made me realize why I love the lack of traffic here at home.
  19. A trip from Everett to IKEA shouldn’t take 90 minutes. A more balmy 45 would have been acceptable.
  20. I love to learn new things in life. Facts, figures, dates, events; it’s why I devour historical books with gusto. Just this last weekend, I learned about Jack Jouett, and how important he was in the American Revolution.
  21. I also learned you don’t let a moment slip away where you can visit family. They’re here one moment and gone the next.
  22. A trip in November to Oregon to visit family should have been a joyous one, not one where tears were shed. That said, it was a chance to visit family, and to cherish each moment together.
  23. The year ended the way I consider the last one to have started – in the last week of December on a Sunday morning. Dec. 30, 2012, I was looking for a new church, needing a change of scenery. Memory reminded me of a fun group of people at Spokane Christian Church I once met the year before.
  24. I snuck in the back just as the service started, sitting in the last couple of rows, trying my best not to be noticed. I’ve been told it’s a quality I possess, blending in with crowds.
  25. I didn’t want to be noticed or called out as being a visitor. A few people gave me some quizzical looks, as though they’d recognized me before, but didn’t approach me. I’m thankful for that, now that I look back.
  26. After the service, I quickly ducked out through one of the side aisles, escaping to the car.
  27. My anonymity didn’t last, however, as a good friend from high school dragged me up to one of the front aisles the week after. I was grateful for the gesture, recognizing a friendly face, but throwing this introverted personality in the middle of something completely new like that was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences I’ve had in my 24 years of life. Pardon the Doctor Who reference, but it was a moment where yelling “Geronimo” would have been appropriate.
  28. The people with whom I’ve worked and the friendships formed in the past year are too impactful to put in words. Countless people have changed my life for the better in 2013, and I’m certain the same will happen over the next 52 weeks.
  29. Lists won’t ever convey the true breadth of a calendar year, because it’s just not possible to contain it in such a small sample size. When we’re restricted to lists and numbers, abbreviations and acronyms, instead of simplifying our lives, they tend to get more complicated.
  30. Don’t make lists.
  31. Tell your story as it is.
  32. Have a blessed new year.
  33. Make it count.

Looking back – New Orleans

A violin statue in New Orleans' Sculpture Garden - one of my favorite photos from the trip.

While I’m putting together new content, here’s a photo from the recent past.

Back in September 2010, I had the opportunity to visit New Orleans. Outside of an incredible trip, some great photos sprung up. Aside from great food, a fun atmosphere and some of the most insane weather I’ve ever encountered, I walked wide-eyed at some of the areas around town.

Even though we spent nearly two weeks in the city, I still feel a need to go back sometime. Much like a trip to Europe or to Washington, D.C., there is only so much you can see in one go.

Until then, the photos will serve as reminders of the sights, sounds and smells (even the not-so-great ones) of New Orleans.

(Plus a trip to the Orange Couch coffee shop wouldn’t be half bad!)