We’ve had a gorgeous week in Seattle, sunny and crisp. On Friday, my exercise consisted of a two hour walk, passing through Occidental Square in the Pioneer Square neighborhood.
I came upon this, an ice sculpture. A one-of. I have no idea who made it, or why it was there. But it was lovely, catching the sun and sparkling. Surely it would melt over time, so I was there during a precious window of near perfection. Someone, the anonymous artist, must have just set the ice sculpture in place.