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A nurse log is a fallen tree that facilitates the growth of seedlings as it decays. This stump is providing the same service. We took this picture on a camping trip, but you can see a beautiful example of a nurse log at Seattle Art Museum’s Olympic Sculpture Park in downtown Seattle.
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The other day my kids made me watch Descendants. I’m a fan of the fractured fairy tale, so I liked the premise: a generation after all the fairy tale villains have been banished, the new king invites their children to return to the kingdom, where they must decide for themselves whether to integrate into society or play to type. Unfortunately, the execution was everything one could have hoped from a made-for-TV Disney movie, complete with a live action “hip hop” cover of “Be Our Guest.” Despite my best efforts to follow the family rule of “no complaining when it’s not your turn to pick the movie,” I couldn’t resist giving it a bit of the MST3K treatment. Apparently, I cackle when I crack myself up, which resulted in my being compared to the Evil Queen. Which got me thinking… Read More
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This ragtag marching band greeted the day on the first morning of the first Doe Bay Fest I attended. At Doe Bay, the festival line up is just a starting point. Music pops up like daisies in the oddest times and places.
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“I love tickets!” squeals Cameron Diaz’s character in the first Charlie’s Angels movie. (And why has no one ever made a gif of that?) It’s supposed to illustrate what an eccentric character she is, but I understand completely. I love tickets. And spring is ticket season. Season-ticket season, to be precise. All of the arts organizations announce their upcoming seasons, tickets go on sale, and I spend hours each spring planning what I will be doing on Saturday nights all next winter. I’ve already written about next season’s offerings at Seattle Opera. Now let’s talk about ballet. Read More
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I don’t exactly follow designer fashion, but I used to commute by bus, and my route passed the Luly Yang store in downtown Seattle. When I ride the bus, I wear headphones and read a book. But I always paused to look out the window when we passed Luly Yang. Every dress in the window was a fantasy. If I ever find myself in need of a couture gown, I know where I’m going to shop.