Last night, there was a beautiful full moon hanging over the city.
Last night, there was a beautiful full moon hanging over the city.
Monday is my day off from working out, but I usually get out at least for a walk regardless. This morning, I took my camera along and caught some lovely early-morning light (time was about 5:45am).
This is another photo I took on my morning camera walk this week. If I had more time to futz around in Photoshop, I'd remove the bird droppings from the street light in the foreground. I've thought an interesting photography project would be to take a photo from this spot every morning for a year. It's amazing how much the light and sky vary day-to-day and season-to-season.
When I got up this morning and peaked out the curtain, there was the most beautiful early-morning light. I decided to abandon the workout I had scheduled and instead grab my camera and walk up to a city overlook that is near our place. Of course, by the time I got dressed, got my camera, and got out the door, the light had changed. No matter. I decided to do a little morning camera walk regardless. This is one of my favorite spots in our neighborhood.
I don't mean to torture those frozen folks in the Midwest and East, but this is what the cherry trees look like this morning outside our place:
Though sunny this morning, the forecast calls for rain later today.
Drake parks his van on the street. This morning when he opened our living room curtains, he saw that something had been inscribed on the windshield:
At first, he thought I did it on my way either out or back from an early morning run. But, he remembered I'm sidelined these days. Then he noted that the car parked next to him also had a heart inscribed on the windshield.
We were trying to image who might have done it. I imagine a neo-hippie type, spreading love around our little neighborhood - one of those random acts of kindness things. It's an interesting little mystery.
Last night was Queen Anne Helpline charity auction. This year they hired a professional charity auction firm to run it rather than using only volunteers. The format was slightly different also, the biggest difference being the auctioneer. More on that later.
We have gone to the auction I think for nine years. Each year it's gotten bigger, and last year there was a systems breakdown with the checkout process for people wanting to pay for/pickup their auction items. I was one of the first few people in the checkout line last year - and I still wound up waiting 20 minutes. Nobody could figure out what the heck the problem was. By the time I was through the process, there was a huge line snaked around the lobby area - heavens only knows how long those folks had to wait.
Bringing in a professional firm meant that a 10% surcharge was added to all auction purchases. I was OK with this at first, but started to have more mixed feelings about it as the evening unfolded.
The silent auction worked basically the same way as last year. Usually, after the last silent auction closes, you go into the ballroom, eat dinner, after which there is the live auction. This year, after they moved us into the ballroom rather than serve dinner they started into a series of speakers and then a video presentation, which together lasted about an hour. This would have been OK - except in years past we've eaten at 6:30 and this year they didn't serve dinner until 8:00. I had done a long bike ride/run that afternoon and I was seriously wilting by 7:30. I could have eaten the entire bread basket, but of course that would have been too rude.
The live auction was a bit awkward. I thought it was distracting to have to try to eat (my primary interest at that point!) and follow the auction (refering to the catalog, fussing with your bid card). But the most awkward aspect was that the beloved master of ceremonies, Gregg Hersholt, a local radio personality, was replaced with a professional auctioneer. However, they didn't want to cut Gregg out all together, so they gave him a "supporting" role of helping to describe each item. But it seemed like the auctioneer kept forgetting Gregg was even there. So, poor Gregg was stuck behind a podium, basically doing nothing, while the auctioneer walked up and down the catwalk running the auction. We were at a table up front where this was painfully obvious.
The whole evening had lost a certain neighborhood folksiness about it. But, then, it's probably just too dang large now run it with good-hearted volunteers.