Rediscovering My Photographic Groove in Seattle’s Rainy Embrace

If you’d told me a year ago that a rainy day in Seattle would be the thing to reignite my passion for photography, I might have laughed it off. Yet here we are. Yesterday, Seattle became my rainy muse, and what a day it was.

I spent the daylight hours just strolling the city streets, phone in hand, snapping shots that felt more like sketches than masterpieces. But that was the beauty of it—no pressure to be perfect, just the joy of being out there, feeling the city’s pulse. When evening rolled around, I switched gears. Out came my PowerShot Canon, and I dove back into that familiar world of nighttime photography, this time with Seattle’s rain-soaked streets as my canvas.

The whole day was about more than just photos. I walked about 10 miles all told, feeling like Seattle was an old friend I was visiting after years away. I was just rediscovering that rhythm of wandering and shooting, no map needed, just letting the city guide me. And in that process, I found this spark of energy that I’ve been missing. It was a reminder that yes, I can still do what I love, even after years of being on a different path, caught up in grief and life’s twists and turns.

So here’s to Seattle for giving me that space to roam, to experiment, and to remember why I fell in love with photography in the first place. It’s not just about perfect images; it’s about the journey, the city’s heartbeat, and the feeling of getting my groove back one rainy step at a time.