wandering capitol hill
Oliver Fern and I wandered a long but fairly compact route through the heart of central Capitol Hill this morning. My choice of walk-around lens was a little quirky in that I tried to mainly stick with a 105 mm prime (I also had a 50 mm on my person)- I never felt like I had the reach I wanted in the places that were most interesting to me. Still, it was an enjoyable stroll in the sunshine. Oliver walked at least a mile at the tail end of our excursion. And it was pure walking for the joy of walking: He was like a horse with blinders on, not really paying attention to his surroundings. He would pause for the occasional recognition of giant excavators.
I’m not a fan (or enemy) of Starbucks but I like the store’s sign on Olive Way, which if my memory serves me correct was only installed after the store’s remodel a few years ago though it sort of has that retro style that makes it look older. I’ve never been here for a coffee, despite passing by it perhaps a thousand times (usually riding the #43 bus). I only drink my coffee black so I tend to restrict myself to smaller places around town if I’m going to splurge. If I’m not mistaken, the Starbucks coffeehouse here is the former location of the original Red Robin restaurant? That’s the grand-sounding Biltmore apartment building in the background.
This was our western turnaround. I felt a tad self-conscious shooting here because the Space Needle is in view- I could sense the furtive disapproval of the hipsterati about me. But it’s not the Space Needle I care about. The fact of the matter is you’ve got one of the city’s intriguing intersections here. It’s where Denny (or is it Olive Way because of where I was standing?) starts its plunge to the Regrade. It’s a very pedestrian, foot-oriented place, but also a little intimidating because of the cars and buses roaring up and down the steep hills. This is one of Capitol Hill’s important western gateways. And really, I think it’s one of the best urban views of The Brothers, the landmark peak in the eastern range of the Olympic Mountains.
Great news from this afternoon: My now-repaired, regular ballhead finally arrived from Really Right Stuff. I dragged my feet like crazy sending it down to California to get fixed. It’s an enormous relief to have it back.