snapshot of ken

hipster. doofus.

plans? at a time like this?

sml and i took a short trip to vancouver, bc, over the weekend. it is a relatively short drive from seattle, except for the part where the line at the border is endless and time loses all meaning.

the border security officer asked what i planned to do in vancouver, and i genuinely did not understand the question.

plans? at a time like this?

he said i must have done some research. i had not. my research began and ended with staying near davie street.

somehow, despite this total lack of preparedness, we ended up seeing the harbor and walking along the seawall. vancouver made a very convincing case for simply wandering around until something interesting appeared.

we also crossed a suspension bridge over a canyon and completed a small hike, which sounds suspiciously like a plan when written down after the fact.

the standout moment, though, was when i suggested taking the ferry to granville island. we walked down to the water expecting a ferry, and the littlest thing came to pick us up. it presented itself like a cartoon: tiny boat, captain in the middle, enormous wheel.

so, for the record: no plans, no research, one canyon, one tiny ferry, and a very good weekend.

better dahlia than never

i was this many days old when i discovered there is a whole dahlia garden at volunteer park. a lovely surprise.

i am always at that park just minutes after 4:00 p.m., which is exactly when the conservatory closes.

every. time.

so, once again, no indoor plant action for me. but the dahlias were outside, wide open, and putting on quite a show.

p-town state of mind

i spent a week in provincetown with some amazing, creative friends. p-town is one of those places that feels a little bit magical every time—the marshes, the gardens, the water, the people, all of it. many of these pictures came from morning runs or from simply wandering around with nowhere particular to be.

sml and i got married in p-town forever ago, and somehow it has maintained its charm throughout the years. the shingled houses, wildly enthusiastic gardens, unexpected art, and neon all still feel completely themselves.

we went during an “off” week, meaning it wasn’t insanely crowded and we could actually dine out. with martiniiiis!

we also took a boat out into the harbor. i saw at least seven seals, which to me is basically shark food. no sharks appeared, but i remained appropriately vigilant.

anyway: no sharks, many martinis, wonderful friends, and another magical week in a place that keeps earning the word.