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Holiday Backstage

This weekend, the neighborhood's annual holiday bazaar materialized briefly in the vast space once occupied by the Red Apple grocery. I was there in the early hours before the throngs showed up to shop for jams, candles, scarves, greeting cards, jewelry, and other mostly locally produced gifts. As always, I was more entranced by what lay behind the scenes, in the bowels of the old store: vacancies within the larger vacancy, relics of commerce.

The Comfy Monster

A mess of geometry at Pike Place Market, Seattle. I love the duct painted to resemble brick. I love the bright hank of twine slumming it on the electrical pipe. And, to paraphrase Colonel Kurtz, "The patina! The patina!"