Seattle, the coffee and rain…

Sometimes, I forget how Seattle can open its skies and pour rain down upon the city as if it were simply holding a garden hose or with all its might a pressure-wash hose. It was that kind of a day, the garden hose version that watering started, early enough before people sleepily peered out of their high-rise windows to take in the information from clouds quickly turning black from a softer grey hue. I enjoy walking through the Pike Place Market in the early hours, seeing the morning set-ups, and reliving some of my earliest memories from working in this market in the 1980s selling my photographs. As I was exiting on such a morning, right on first up from the famous bronze pig statue, I stopped and saw my painting through the lens of the actual city. I hiked it back to my condo and retrieved my painting gear, thus arriving back at my undone painting, setting up under a slight building cover, settling in to spend the next few hours capturing the citys edge and sipping on a steaming coffee; so Seattle, the coffee and rain…