The viaduct closes for 10 days today, beginning the inevitable trudge towards tearing it down. It is the reason why we left our West Seattle home, and the loss of one of the best views in the city. On that maudlin, reflective note: I have gone deep down a Spotify hole the past few months, since it was launched in the US. I make a playlist at least once a week, and they fall into two basic categories: ones that will motivate me to do something [ie, clean the house] and ones that are TOTAL BUMMERS.
A few favorites:
THUMP.
LOHO.
DASH.
Thump is roughly about the inevitable loss of everything [HELLO, BUMMER] and as such I dedicate it to my sweet viaduct - it was like rolling the dice every time you drove across it, but man was it a sweet view.
Images added and updated at Society 6. Don’t see an image you’d love to have as a print? Send me an email - sarah[at]sarahjurado[dot]com & I’ll be happy to assist. Honored, even.
Just learned I’ll be posting way more travel photos in 2012. Big news on that, soon.
xoSJ
The sweet as pie family behind Proletariat Pizza; a quick shot from today’s shoot. I don’t do family sessions very often as of late, but these folks seemed like such kindred spirits, and Damien can’t stop talking about their pizza. I’m head over heels for the story of how they started their business [all on their own, two years ago, living the dream] and how easily they laugh in each other’s company.
More, soon.
Sorry, “jacket summer” - badass babes in bikinis do win.
It is 12:32 am on the first night home from Doe Bay; photos are batching and sleep is elusive. Retelling all of what took place there would be an impossible task, so I’ll just share where I was 24 hours ago on the dot.
In my experience [four days on Orcas + my first year of the festival] you don’t tell Doe Bay your plans; Doe Bay will let you know what you’re supposed to be doing. There is no cell service, there is no making firm plans, there is no telling who you’ll see on the way to the cafe or the beach or the shower. Last night I told Doe Bay I was going to bed. Doe Bay told me I was going to go shed some tears in the moonlight as Bryan John Appleby sang beside the bluffs. I sat with dear friends, arms intertwined, and witnessed one of the most delicate moments of the weekend.
I have known Bryan for many years now, and believe him to be one of the most honorable humans I have ever met. But in the past year, I have fallen more in love with his songs; in January, Damien declared him to be amongst the frontrunners for Seattle’s next breakthrough artist. His recently released “Fire on the Vine” is exceptional, painted in detail, earnest, and inspired. [Let Bryan show you his brilliance better than I can tell you, via our friends at Sound on the Sound.] The below image is mine, from my most recent New Guard dinner where I had the honor of bringing him to our celebration of the up and coming.
This man + his fine band are hitting the road for their first tour, with this beautiful vinyl in hand. Shows are listed on his site, and I hope the West Coast treats them ever so kindly. More dates coming soon, and more photos if Bryan slows down long enough for me to take ‘em.
THANK YOU Zale, Wendy, Terry, Pendarvis family, and every single volunteer. Love to the artists who made this what it was for me: Fruit Bats, Vetiver, Bill Callahan, Wye Oak, Old Light, Jesse Sykes, Black Mountain, dozens more. Super bonus extra love to our band [Barry, Brad, Kyle, Josh] to our right hands [Val + Bryan] and to Damien’s soul brother and our soul family, Richard Swift, Shea, + those three precious kiddos.
Sign me up for all of it, every year, forever. Meet me at the Woods stage, 2012.
by Sarah Jurado
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