Spring in Seattle is an experience I’ve not been “present” for during previous visits but this time I couldn’t help but be enchanted. The flowers, the lush landscapes, the drizzling rain, the smells of damp earth, fresh cut grass, cherry laurel and pine trees forced me to pull out my camera and do my best to capture whatever I could.


This brings me to a Third magical moment, Transportation. 

Not long after my banana muffin mission, my dear brother granted me access to the “clunker” he uses for work. Ordinarily this would be quite a score but I was feeling ambivalent because the car had a manual transmission, which I hadn’t driven since the 90’s and what if it’s not “just like riding a bike?”

 

However, once an offer had been made I was unable to stop the fairy dust. I could feel my plans taking form and I knew they would require that I climb behind the wheel with all my fears in tow and remember what to do.

I’m not ashamed to admit pulling over after the first 3 minutes and going for a walk to seriously consider giving up. “The hills are so steep!” and “What if I get in an accident?” echoing loudly. Suddenly, I found myself in front of a stunning view of the Downtown Seattle skyline and I knew I had to get back in that unfamiliar car and navigate those unfamiliar streets because there were many more magical moments to capture.

 

In truth, I wanted to spend my day outdoors exploring the South Seattle College Arboretum  and if I gave up I’d have to either change my plans or pay for the bus/Uber. If I persisted, I could visit other parks and viewpoints, snapping pictures at my leisure for the next few days. It felt like THE perfect plan, so I got back in the car. I pulled over a few more times but I eventually made it to the SSC Arboretum and the adjacent Seattle Chinese Garden  where I enjoyed capturing hundreds more magical moments on my memory card.

I’ve spent a lot of time playing around with presets and sliders in Adobe Lightroom in a an attempt to transform my mediocre and often blurry photos into a mashup of realistic and mythical, since that’s the best way to describe my Seattle adventure.

 

I may have overdone it, I do that sometimes. I snapped and sifted through approximately 1500 images to accompany two travel stories about Seattle. But what you may not know is the blog is a first stop for some of these images.

To glimpse how I transform my mediocre photos into mythical landscapes, check out my gallery and blog at SchooneyGraphics.com 

 

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We did the list of things, like: a stroll through Pike Place Market, coffee & souvenirs at the very first Starbucks, a shopping experience at the Amazon store where you fill up your cart and walk out. I wonder if this is the future of shopping? Of course we had to visit the Seattle Center and the snap a few picts from atop the world famous Space Needle and we wrapped it all up with a ride on the Ferris Wheel at pier 57.

I have a confession to make, I wasn’t scared standing on the observation deck of the Space Needle but I can’t say the same for that Ferris Wheel. I kept anticipating a sudden drop from a great height and that single thought had me anxious enough to shut my eyes. There was a moment though, when I peeked through my lashes long enough to watch as we slowly came down. 

That sudden stomach-in-your-throat free fall I’d been anticipating, never came. Waah-waah. That’s the moment I felt silly for being scared in the first place. I also get that same anxiety whenever I get on a ski lift and once while I was on solid concrete. I caught a case of the nerves while climbing 650 steps to the top of La Piedra del Peñol, a massive rock in Guatapé, Columbia.

I still wouldn’t say that Im scared of heights but they do challenge me to work on my relationship with fear thats for sure.

Adventuring with my forever friends was short but powerful. It helped me replenish my low supply of love, laughter, friendship and connection. Thanks Ladies!! I can’t wait to do it again somewhere else in the world. Maybe by then I won’t be so chicken to get that tattoo….