Before this month disappears, a post for February.
Seattle is experiencing a surreal winter. The temperature hovers around the mid-50s, the usual rain is strangely absent, and Seattleites wait for the inevitable drought that is sure to blight the landscape come summer. Everyone predicts a season in hell, with raging wildfires and Bosch demons cavorting at the city's edge. The City of the Setting Sun is waiting for rain, but none is likely to come. In the distance, the Cascade mountains remain bare of snow under these malevolent clearblue skies.
But Snoqualmie Falls is still falling, though it will likely dry up to a trickle during the summer.

(For Twin Peaks fans: notice "The Great Northern" Hotel behind the falls. Snoqualmie Falls and North Bend, WA was the setting for the fictional town of Twin Peaks. Go to North Bend for the Twin Peaks Cherry Pie.)

The great writer Jose Saramago not only floored me with his Blindness, he hit me upside the head with his The History of Siege of Lisbon. Saramago writes comma-laden page long sentences, discards most punctuation, dissects the narrator's mind, and comes out with beautiful epistles that are eerie in their grasp of human psychology.