The thing that gets me most about Mt Rainier is it’s ‘there-ness.’ On clear day, the mountain hovers over Seattle like a lumpy white ghost, appearing unexpectedly as one comes over one of Seattle’s hills or in between buildings, while crossing intersections. No matter how many times I see it, I find it impossible to take it for granted. We can see it from our apartment rooftop in Ballard, the bottom half cut-off by Queen Anne hill, the disc of the Space Needle superimposed on its middle reaches. After 10 months living in Seattle, it was time to pay Rainier a visit.
I step outside with a glass of wine and watch the illuminated texture of thin clouds passing in front of the crescent moon. It looks like a time lapse. The air is cool and marine. I was thinking the other day how in my adult life I’ve never lived very far from a body of water large enough to be visibly tidal. Chicago, San Francisco, New York, now Seattle; even the Potomac River is tidal where it passed through DC. It’s after 10pm but it’s only just got dark. I should be in bed but I want to freeze this moment so I mount my camera on a tripod and ‘click, click’ away. I don’t know why I can’t just look and let go.
Golden Gardens Beach