The Origin of Wandering
I first came across Stephen Cysewski’s photos of Seattle in the 1970s a few years ago. The instant I saw them I was transported to a city that used to be and which still hovers on the edge of my own memory. On childhood visits from across the mountains, Seattle seemed a rough and tumble place improbably set in a glorious landscape. Later, living in Olympia, my understanding of the big city to the north became more nuanced as I visited more frequently and came to know its sidestreets and the rhythm of its life.