I know people How so? I can understand people Better than most Because I can see Through their eyes Feels as their hearts feel How do you do that? I don’t know I just do Well, who are you? I don’t know truthfully I am nothing I guess Because I am everything Or everyone I should say I don’t mean I am All powerful or all knowing You mean like god? Sure I am my writing I am my characters Every face I paint With my words is me Their face is mine I don’ have my own anymore I am a mosaic Of everything I have seen Will see And have made How did this happen? I don’t know I have always been this way Is it hard? Yes It is never easy Not having an identity of your own it is hard not knowing who you really are I can’t remember The last time I have seen my own face So you are saying You have no face? I laugh I guess so I am the portrait of a person Without a face

You know you are in Seattle when one room in a building has four different cans for recycling. I mean seriously, that is a little absurd. I am all for recycling but four? Really, four? This is in University of Washington for those wondering where this phenomena occurred. I guess this post is for my dad, the recycling man of our house. I guess we don’t have it so bad, because he could have four different cans for us to recycle with. Don’t get any ideas.

What is that in the distance? Could it really be? Yep it is: BALTO!!! This is mainly for the benefit of my Disney loving friends. I love Balto too. I remember seeing him when I was little in New York. My mom got this photo the other day, but I need to get back to New York personally. This will have to do for now.

This was in Pikes Place Market in Seattle during Halloween. Surprisingly the costumes where not as outrageous as I thought they would be. I was prepared to see some crazy things but it wasn’t absurd. Actually it was pretty normal. Well this guy just cracked me up. Standing on a corner smoking in a skeleton outfit. There is just something funny about that.

Little kid running at University of Washington. I have the same sweatshirt. yeah.

This woman at University of Washington caught my eye mainly because of her face, hair and glasses. I really like her attire as well. It just felt like she belonged there and she knew it. She seemed to fit in right where she belonged.

I’m with Matt again for another day at the conference. Meanwhile Charlotte enjoys more travels around the city. This time she’s headed uptown, with a visit to the Empire State building and some big city panoramas. Then some pretty sites in Central Park. A few more great midtown sites, then it’s time to head back to the hotel before indulging in a ridiculous steak at the Primehouse with friends. ...

I have been telling my friends all day so now I am going to tell you: I hate mosquitoes with a fiery passion that is unparalleled. I have a little creek in my backyard so lucky me, every time it rains my family gets a wonderous gift of a thousand biting monsters in our home which used to be so safe and secure. It is like a battlefield in my house. Whenever mosquitoes are spotted, the war is on, no holding back now. There are rolled magazines and books handy for quick squashing access because we don’t tolerate these nasty buggers. Seriously I always find them in the bathroom and I spot it and suddenly the house is alive, ...

This photo I took in Salt Lake City is basically famous in my family. Well at least to my mom and me. I don’t really know why, but it is basically the photo that represents our road trips. We love it, so here it is.

Love truly is blind, this woman in Pikes Place Market was singing on a corner and was truly blind. There was something really sad about this, yet she seemed so happy. Maybe she just loved blindly enough that she didn’t need to see, she could just believe. Some times it is better to live that way. It is easier to believe blindly than have to stare the truth in the face everyday. I wonder which kind of person she is, a believer or a seeker. ...