Landscape Painter, Seattle, USA

I'm participating in a group exhibition with a theme of Autumn. Nothing says "autumn" to me more than wet, gray Seattle in November, so I'm going back through some shots I did last fall at Pike Place Market. Looking at these pictures makes me ache. I'm sitting here in short sleeves, all the doors to my apartment open to get the cool, 80-degree breeze blowing through on yet another sunny Athens morning, and looking at this picture I can smell the patchouli and coffee and damp air. And I miss it.