The East Coast has got me this summer. Massachusetts > New York > Pennsylvania > NYC > Van > Vermont. Throw in Oregon and Colorado, and the days at home in Seattle have been like desperate grabs for comfort and lakes and friends and rose on the back porch. Evening walks through the neighborhood with N. My garden. Oh my goodness, the garden. Stillness, and solace .
Friday night N and I arrived in Swarthmore, PA for the National Puppet Festival (r)evolution. He's in meetings Saturday through Monday, so I've been left to my own devices. Saturday I jumped on the train into Philadelphia** and today have wandered the campus. And this campus .. seriously - it is spectacular. Any snobbery I have about the beauty of my own alma mater has been shut the hell down - especially without a map or guide, my day was spent trying doors and sometimes discovering weird pockets of beauty and even more campus. I could do it again tomorrow, with a camera this time?
* It's been a cool minute since I visited this space. Recent reinvestment in certain artistic outlets nudged me to open it up and begin again. Hoping.
** On that note, a day spent alone in Phillie re-enforced the need to find/make space for myself. Somehow, yesterday became all about watercolors, and suddenly the whole year has been about watercolors, sneakily. More on this later.



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