This fall, Dre Anderson, our brand-new Communities Engagement Manager tromped out to the Cedar River near Renton to see firsthand the restoration work that Forterra is doing along the river. He was inspired to write this poem about a young maple sapling that he met that day.
100 leaders from around Washington and the PNW gathered to celebrate a year of progress catalyzing a market for CLT.
This Black Friday, we’re joining our friends at REI to #OptOutside. Join us as we Return to the Forest! Grab your friends and family for a guided Bird, Bike & Hike in the Port Gamble Forest instead of hitting the stores. Bring the whole family—there is something for everyone!
Two days after the presidential election showed us how divided we are as a country, more than 700 people came together for an evening of stories, spoken word, photography, parkour and song.
“Urban wildlife,” that’s what scientists call raccoons that are now thriving in our cities. Raccoons are fascinating scientists as they move into our urban areas in record numbers. They stay close to their many dens — usually only traveling in a three-block radius. Raccoon mothers are affectionate and devoted to their kits; females often den together in what is aptly called a nursery.
In the heart of the city, artist-entrepreneur Louie Gong births a first-of-its-kind retail project. As we all know, it’s hard to name what you can’t find at the iconic, bustling, uberly-photogenic Pike Place Market but here you go: Native art made by Native people in a Native-owned store.
Western Washington is a gardener’s paradise. Most of us stick to the predictable assortment of fruits and veggies. But there are some uniquely original outsiders edging in. Some are mossy old timers local tribes have cultivated for centuries; others are fresh-faced newcomers brought here by horticultural pioneers. More recently, immigrants and refugees have been growing a cosmopolitan cornucopia. These are the upstarts,rebels and future favorites of the Pacific Northwest garden.
The assembling, the forging, the hoisting, the pulverizing, the razing — it’s either the glorious roar of prosperity or the vociferous din of a city losing its soul. We may not agree about all the change that is happening but I’d argue we agree on what we value in Seattle.
Bertha went “clunk” and the people involved in building Seattle’s grand but suddenly ill-fated tunnel project began to look at each other. It was considered beyond belief that the “clunk” would come so soon into the actual digging — the result of literally decades of fierce debate and discussion on what to do with an elevated roadway considered a potential disaster waiting to happen at the slightest provocation.
But as Seattle has boomed, that image of Seattle as my forever home has slipped away. I still get nostalgic when I smell the low tide from downtown or take the walk from the ferry to the baseball stadium or sit near the Seattle Center fountain. (I now rent an apartment in the Central Area). But the truth is, I don’t see how I’d ever afford to own a home here.
For six weeks this summer Forterra hosted the University of Washington’s Doris Duke Conservation Scholars who traveled throughout Western Washington, speaking at length with over two dozen millennials. They are twenty-something college students who care about the intersections of social and environmental justice.
A q-and-a about the sport, the lifestyle and favorite places in Seattle for traceurs.
Every night, more than 3,000 people in our community have no indoor place to sleep or shelter from the elements; and this number is rising. Indeed, the City counts more than 690 unauthorized encampments, many of them on public land. This use of public land may be understandable, but it cannot be acceptable. It is not a solution for anyone.
Most days the store feels more like a community center than a grocery store. Like a lot places in the Central Area, it’s a community center that we’re about to lose… The more people I talk to, the more I begin to see the Central Area as an intricate constellation of stories connecting generations of residents and all the hard work they’ve done to stay put and build and thrive. There are lots of bright stars in that constellation, where many stories intersect. The Red Apple, at the corner of South Jackson Street and 23rd Avenue South, is one of them.
I have returned to our state’s eastside numerous times this year, drawn by an incredible, long-loved ranch. On a Thursday evening last July I spent the afternoon with the family who has called the ranch home for over 70 years. We ended the conversation about 7:00 in the evening.
Ellensburg’s new fire station rose up in place of a truck weigh station that left the soil contaminated with petroleum. The endangered salmon creek that runs past it is being restored, too.