I ran downtown today to have lunch with some friends and was surprised by another Destroy wheat paste poster in an alley I’ve never been down in Pioneer Square.

I love the humor and irony of having an outdoor thermostat. We’re perpetually trying to adjust things that are out of our control, thinking that if we just do this one thing or that thing, we’ll have “the perfect warm, sunny Seattle day” … or whatever fits that metaphor for you. In the end, more often than not, the dial is controlled by forces outside of our own and we can either fight the futile fight, or grab a jacket and enjoy the partly sunny, perpetual chance of rain type days.

I vote for the latter.

What a stunning day. Blue skies, dark alleys, projects wrapping up and time with my bride approaching on the horizon. It feels almost like I’m about to exit a black and white alley and step into a world of technicolor bliss. Just a few more massive frothy puddles to dodge and I’m home free.

If you’ve taken the Seattle Underground Tour, you know that much of the older portions of downtown, specifically Pioneer Square were originally built a story lower. Due to a number of reasons Seattle was forced to build the streets up a full floor leaving bizarre remnants of window frames buried in alleys. This one was so close to having some light shine through, but instead was bricked up and paved over, never to be open again. Thankfully, just out on the main street, there are a ton of the original purple squares of glass, allowing light down into Seattle’s catacombs.

There are times when the small things add up to be massive things, seemingly insurmountable things, vast oceans where you have no compass. Today was that day. So many puddles, so much distraction, so many things accomplished, yet so many left for tomorrow. I felt like I made massive headway, but ended up still standing on the edge of another puddle at the end of it, exhausted and knowing that the rain will keep falling tomorrow, creating more and more to carefully navigate around.

Tomorrow I bring my galoshes to get my splash on in those puddles. Let’s make wakes.

A little nook in a rain drenched alley in Pioneer Square this morning.

I love this bear. It is actually painted on a canvas or heavy piece of paper and then posted up on the wall with, I’m assuming, wheat paste. I know I’ve seen this guy’s work before in Greenwood at the artist’s collective run by John Osgood. I’ll track his name down and post it up as an update. In the mean time, rawr Pioneer²!!

Looooong day working on a handful of projects. Feel a little punch drunk and thankfully, I get to do it all over again tomorrow.

Time to retreat back to the corner for some R&R before the bell rings again.

An awesome spiderman symbol about 6-7 feet tall on the back side of Local 360 in Belltown. A huge can of PBR … or perhaps a bottle of Jack Daniel’s mural … was painted here before this Spidey came along.

Last day. Desk is safely home. Paperwork is signed. I’m officially a free agent.

Farewell All Star. I’ll look forward to crossing paths again soon.

Off to go enjoy the sun and fresh air.

Today is a rad day. North By Nine is lining up clients left and right and we got our connect button up on The Balance Method later last night. The migration from demo to full beta is in full swing.

Holy flock.