Train up to Seattle for the weekend. Rain was forecast and showed up on schedule, which is the right weather for this kind of photography. Concrete looks better wet.
I’m not an architecture person, exactly. I don’t know the names of the buildings, couldn’t tell you the architect, and “brutalism” is probably being asked to carry more weight than it should here. But I like the surfaces. I like the way fifty years of weather makes them individual. That was the afternoon.
