crlazlo meanderings 2.1

9July2026 - FB is pretty much on my rear view mirror now, except for "Following" other photographers and artists/craftspersons. I also check my FB Memories most mornings since I've been so bad at organizing and saving my photos. 27Jun2025 - This is turning into a journal/journey-down-memory-lane thing. I'm looking through my old photo albums, and at the same time, other memories and thoughts are popping up in my mind. This is what old(er) people do, yes? 9May2025 - I decided to leave FB, and just share my photos etc here. Thank you to the special people who check in here...October2025 - I'm back... (7Dec2022 - crlazlo meanderings 2 is now 2.1 - I will continue to use it as a preview/workspace for my FB posts, but I will also start organizing the many photos from my retirement years, and also start a journal/memories thing. That's the plan anyway.)

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Kubota Gardens, Seattle, October 2015...

Monday, January 4, 2016

Different angles of the Seattle Public Library downtown on Sunday morning...

Friday, January 1, 2016

shadow self-portraits, along the Green River...

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

We visited with Mom in St V's Chapel this morning, with the sun coming in... One of the things we talked about were the trips Mom and Dad took to Hawaii, and "hang loose!"

John and Mom in St V's Chapel this morning...

wet leaf...

Monday, December 28, 2015

Fall's leaves and colors are moving into Winter's black lines and silhouettes...

Saturday, December 26, 2015

my walk in Georgetown this morning, the day after xmas...

Sunday, December 20, 2015

wet leaves...

I love the sound of my SLR shutter. When I'm editing photos later, and I find a "keeper", another shutter goes off in my mind...

One thing I like about my Winter walking is how my senses are both heightened and reduced at the same time, in the early morning dark. Less color, more shadows. These moving shadows of my shadow partner cast by streetlamps. Fewer sounds, especially on weekend mornings with less traffic. Not like being in the countryside, like my time on Lopez Island, but more sounds of silence? the silence between the sounds...