Nathan Vass
Nathan Vass is an artist, filmmaker, photographer, and author by day, and a Metro bus driver by night, where his community-building work has been showcased on TED, NPR, The Seattle Times, KING 5 and landed him a spot on Seattle Magazine’s 2018 list of the 35 Most Influential People in Seattle. He has shown in over forty photography shows is also the director of nine films, six of which have shown at festivals, and one of which premiered at Henry Art Gallery. His book, The Lines That Make Us, is a Seattle bestseller and 2019 WA State Book Awards finalist.
They can still be one of your favorite passengers, even if you hardly see them more than once or twice a year. The last time I saw Joshelyn was the New Year's Eve prior to the most recent one. She'd just acquired keys to her new apartment, further north...
Perhaps you know of the famous (but not famous enough) loophole in the Thirteenth Amendment. It states that no person in the U.S. can be subjected to slavery unless they are a criminal. During the Reconstruction period following the Civil War and the liberation of slaves, the driving economic juggernaut of the...
Yolanda's got spirit. Some folks in middle age dress their age, and others dress their personality. She does both. Here she is, in knee-high boots, pink pants, a black vest and coat, with a pink beret to top it off. She's briefly mentioned in the Black Lives post; a...
Left image courtesy Amazon Studios. Right image courtesy Martha Kang, NPR, KOMO.
Great, as an adjective indicating excellence, has the unfortunate fate of being forever associated with its other definition, the one pertaining to massiveness or bombast. Many of our words for effusive praise also suggest extremes: awesome, fantastic, monumental....
Would he mind if I said he looked like an older James Taylor? I don't think so. I think it's a fine look. The disarming bald pate, the amiable smile. Yes, not bad at all. He stretched his arms out wide at the bus stop and belted out the...
Third and Union really does it for me, for some reason. It feels like a vortex of the city just as much as the more infamous Pine and Pike blocks, but without as much kerfuffle. I'd wait there by the post office as a youngster, marveling at all the...
I can think of a few moments through life which stand large in my memory, formative scenes etched into my character. My parents and I, a toddler, sitting on the floor around a yellow lamp in a one-room basement, our home at the time. Taking a picture of my...
I didn't understand what was going on. There were three passengers left. A silent young African-American man, possibly a UW student, or else passing through the area. Fine. A white female passenger, silent as well, keeping to herself and her headphones. Also fine. And then this guy, who was...