This is the first official post from our new place’s Wi-Fi, now lovingly called “LakeStinko,” after the regional lore. It took the Comcast guy a couple of tries to hook us up this morning because the wiring was so shoddy, and the previous tenants were either offline luddites or used something else completely.
I took these shots on the same roll that Christine was using in the Nikon Lite-Touch. This was near the second apartment we viewed before we found this one. We were seduced by the amenities and soaring views, but the price they sent us later that day was far from advertised and way out of our budget. I’m glad we kept looking.
I took the first two shots on the same roll on our first afternoon walking around this neighborhood like we actually lived here.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get bored of the summer light in this place; the way it so neatly rises and sets in an arc that illumines the lakeside properties in the morning and backlights them in a pink glow in the evening. I wonder what the winters will look like.
The last slide’s from Ballard, the last frame to finish up that roll. Forever drawn to light.
Yesterday, we met a young guy who, upon learning about our recent move, asked us: “what brought you to Mad Park?”
Mad Park. I don’t know how many people call Madison Park that, but—unlike “Cap Hill,” which sounds so douchey to my ears—I ain’t mad at it. I don’t like that the place is named after a president anyway. But the whole state is too, so I guess that horse is long gone out of that barn. Nevertheless, “Mad Park” sounds like a win to me.