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From the quiet shoreline of Jack Block Park in West Seattle, I watched the setting sun cast its soft pastel hues across Elliott Bay and into the Downtown Seattle skyline.
I intentionally wandered away from the more familiar viewpoints and crowded gathering places. I’ve always been more comfortable rubbing elbows with trees than standing among crowds taking selfies, and on this evening I nearly had the park to myself.
Surrounded by pine needles and leafy branches, I listened to the wind moving through the trees and the gentle rhythm of Elliott Bay while the iconic Space Needle quietly revealed itself across the water.
That contrast became the heart of Space Needle & Pine Needles—one of Seattle’s most recognizable landmarks framed not by the energy of the city, but by the stillness of nature.
While the world beyond the trees continued moving at its usual pace, there was nowhere else I needed to be. Once again, I had opted out of the hustle and bustle of the rat race and returned to a rhythm that feels much more natural to me.
My pace.
The Speed of Love.
You don't have to follow the crowd to find something worth seeing. Sometimes you simply have to find your own view.
“ Bring the Feeling Home “
From the quiet shoreline of Jack Block Park in West Seattle, I watched the setting sun cast its soft pastel hues across Elliott Bay and into the Downtown Seattle skyline.
I intentionally wandered away from the more familiar viewpoints and crowded gathering places. I’ve always been more comfortable rubbing elbows with trees than standing among crowds taking selfies, and on this evening I nearly had the park to myself.
Surrounded by pine needles and leafy branches, I listened to the wind moving through the trees and the gentle rhythm of Elliott Bay while the iconic Space Needle quietly revealed itself across the water.
That contrast became the heart of Space Needle & Pine Needles—one of Seattle’s most recognizable landmarks framed not by the energy of the city, but by the stillness of nature.
While the world beyond the trees continued moving at its usual pace, there was nowhere else I needed to be. Once again, I had opted out of the hustle and bustle of the rat race and returned to a rhythm that feels much more natural to me.
My pace.
The Speed of Love.
You don't have to follow the crowd to find something worth seeing. Sometimes you simply have to find your own view.
“ Bring the Feeling Home “