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We spent several days shooting photos at 3 different locations and editing them to make a whole new website for Master Works in Arlington, WA. http://mwc.build
This is a modern home with extraordinary design executed on a long skinny lot sloping from the street to the Portage bay waterfront in Seattle. The photo shoot was for a placement in Luxe magazine. I have added photos I made in November of 2015 for Wendy Lister realty since the home is now for sale.
It’s always a great experience to photograph other people’s artworks. Tom and Shauna Saffle have this retreat in the eastern cascades (known as the “Ranchette”) which they have modified into a time capsule of 1950 or 60ish dioramas. Each room has the flavor of days past. Additionally, Tom had me photograph his welded steel sculptures posted around the property. The Elk and Deer trophies are for sale. Tom calls them “torchadermy” (taxidermy with a welder).
They are compelling.
A very cute, compact, little town on the Long Beach Peninsula in SW Washington state. Founded a long time ago ( by western state standards) the post office has been open since 1858, forty years + before Washington statehood.
For generations before the pioneer settlers arrived, Chinook Indians gathered oysters in this part of Willapa Bay and camped in the area that is now Oysterville. They called it “tsako-te-hahsh-eetl” which, like many Indian words, had two meanings: “place of the red-topped grass” and “home of the yellowhammer.” (Yellowhammer is the local name for the red-shafted flicker, a woodpecker common to this region.)
The first white settlers here were Robert Hamilton Espy and Isaac Alonzo Clark. They had agreed on a rendezvous with Chief Nahcati who had told Espy of nearby tide lands covered with oysters. On April 20, 1854, as they paddled north from the head of the bay, they became engulfed by a heavy fog. Nahcati, having spotted them before the fog rolled in, guided them ashore by rhythmically pounding on a hollow log. The Indian Chief had not exaggerated; reef upon reef of tiny native oysters grew on the shallow bay bottom. Espy and Clark marketed the bivalves in gold-rich, oyster-hungry San Francisco. A peach basket filled with oysters brought a dollar in gold on delivery to a schooner anchored on the tide flats in front of town. That same basket brought $10 on arrival in San Francisco, and epicures in oyster bars and seafood restaurants there would pay a silver dollar for one oyster – an oyster smaller than the dollar!
In no time, Oysterville became a rowdy, lusty boomtown. By 1855 its population and importance were such that it became the seat of Pacific County, Washington Territory. The town had many firsts – a school, college, newspaper, and finally, in 1872, a church – First Methodist. It is said that there were those in Oysterville who lived in “sin” and those who lived to be “saved” – about an even division. When the church was dedicated, the hard drinkers abandoned the saloons, marched in a body to the church, put their gold pieces in the collection plate, and returned to what they considered more stimulating than praying – drinking.
Late in the 1880s fate took a hand: the long awaited railroad line ended at Nahcotta, an isolating four miles away; the native oysters became scarce and, without the possibility of a local livelihood, residents moved out en masse; finally, in 1893, the courthouse records were stolen by South Bend “raiders.” Oysterville gradually became a sleepy little village where “time stood still.”
I have been complaining for years about Pacific NW architecture being boring… Everything looks like an econobox… Anyway, I was working in Kirkland the other day and started looking around… 4 houses in a row were actually architect designed works of art… Finally, the neighborhood gets what it deserves….