Isn’t that the way of it? Living here, I seem to have fewer pictures of Seattle. Each city has its own soul, it’s own character and charms. Perhaps coming from so many years in the desert, I find myself falling in love with the rich, verdant green, endless and everywhere, always alive. Never far from forest or mountain, river or ocean, from bald eagle, orca whale, or wolf, yet filled with just enough city to please.