"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
Yesterday we went down to Seattle to see Frank Turner play at Neumos. Also made a pit stop by the Seattle Central Library as I had never seen the architecture before, it was pretty impressive to say the very least. This shot is from the 10th (uppermost accessible) floor.