When the Rains Started: Darrells
A "Texture Tuesday" installment
When the rains started, you could feel that this time was different somehow. Can’t really explain except to say, this was Seattle. You been here long enough, you got a certain sense about anything 6 degrees removed from rain. Darrells had been there forever. I had 60-cent schooners of Rainier when I first moved here. I’d spend my Friday temp-job paycheck at the bar watching Thriller videos on MTV, when that was still a thing that felt new, before he got all hot for kids. Michael, that is, not Darrell. I’m even sure there was a Darrell. It was a name that’d been on that facade forever at that point. It wasn’t going nowhere. No amount of precipitation could put Darrells down. Covid couldn’t do it. The IRS auditors tried but had to put their tails of receipts between their legs and fly back to wherever they came from. Rain? Are you fucking kidding me? This was Seattle. Rain wasn’t going to do nothing to Darrells.1
March 2025 photo on Ilford HP5 film textured with a Mt. Baker glacier, dandelions, mushrooms, garlic flowers, Idaho river, North Cascades crag dew, and the hard pan of the Painted Desert near the Colorado Arizona border.
I really like this image, Mark. I suppose, technically, it’s a photograph but it’s also an artwork. Whatever, it’s very good and definitely fits the narrative you’ve created about Darrell’s.
Very cool photo!