My American Landscape LV

In spite of the mill era’s end. Perhaps because of the end. The change from a resource based economy, to a diverse, service and innovation economy, Bellingham thrives. It thrives because of it’s economic engines. And it’s locale. People simply want to be near the water.

My American Landscape LIV

Wandering and listening to former employees left me haunted, haunted because the closing of the hospital created so much hardship for many families in Sedro-Woolley. There were not enough beds for all of the patients in other state institutions. Thus began the ‘local mental health beds’, attempt to transitional to local ‘mental health care’.

My American Landscape LIV

Our Imagination, Or Our Ghost Ghosts rise each nightUnless it is winterWinter, the longest night They come wrapped in sheetsSheets to define and protect The beauty of the dayShrouded by the winters’ night Roses aslee, the ghosts The ghosts of last summerSweet fragranceDappled colors Our senses awaitFor the ghost of summer

My American Landscape LIII

The buildings developed and built were decorated by the best money could buy. Sandstone, carved and finished in Mexico, marble from Italy and granite from the East Coast. (Old Seattle is similar. Just different tycoons. Lumber, Coal, Salmon.) The brick and stone work create landscapes of contrasting visuals. As well as visual curiosities and questions that can only be answered by some of our most studied historians.