if you keep your heart and your eyes open, there is a gift waiting for you at the corner of every street.

The more I think about it (the longer I think about it) the more I'm convinced that my all-time hero is Édouard Boubat. Not only do I keep returning to his photographs but admiring who and what he was.

I was thinking about that when I printed this photograph the other day. A few (ahem) years ago I did a documentary project on the Thomas Street Garden -- a city of Seattle P-patch on Capitol Hill a couple of blocks east of Broadway. While I was photographing the garden and the gardeners this sweet little girl wandered up to me. Her daddy was busy digging in a raised garden bed. I looked at him and pointed to my camera and then the girl. He laughed and nodded "yes" then said -- "Her grandfather wears a beard like yours."

I'm ok with looking grandfatherly to a little girl. I gave daddy my t card and sent him a print -- I seem not to have kept one for me.

While wandering about Pioneer Square I stepped into the elegant, old-city lobby of the Smith Tower. As I was going back out on the street I was fascinated by the framing of the street scene (the building across the way it the Interurban Building) by the glass panel in the tall doors. Of the half-dozen or so negatives I took this one is the most interesting. I kind of hoped to make a project about that notion but I never did (haven't yet?)

Kitchen of the Compass Rose B&B in Coupeville. Jan and Marshall were the innkeepers -- maybe still are.

They catered to the attendees and instructors of the Coupeville art center. Ruth Bernhard stayed with them when she was there for her last workshop.