Taylor Gerlach

1 week ago | seattlemet.com | Taylor Gerlach

Maque daVis didn’t intend to be part of the inaugural Fremont Solstice Parade in 1989. But there he was, designs painted on his chest, piloting an Egyptian barge alongside costumed artists through Fremont’s streets. The day prior, he had visited the Fremont Arts Council warehouse on a whim, and parade cofounder Peter Toms promptly put him to work. Toms and fellow Santa Barbara transplant Barbara Luecke missed the artistic solstice celebration they’d each left behind in California.

1 week ago | seattlemet.com | Taylor Gerlach

Driving a car on the cobblestones under the iconic Pike Place Market sign has been a Seattleite’s birthright for as long as cars have been in the city. But anybody who has actually engaged in this strange, inconvenient option is left immediately asking a single question: Why are we doing this? This spring, the city itself finally asked this question and began testing a pilot program that restricted access to Western Avenue along the market to pedestrians.

2 weeks ago | seattlemet.com | Taylor Gerlach

It’s a scientific fact that the population of Seattle expands tenfold the moment sunsets creep past 8pm. Beaches are suddenly populated like sold-out Capitol Hill Block Parties with picnickers and kids impervious to the water’s chill; on-water traffic returns too, with paddleboarders, sailors, and the occasional eFoil rider. It’s magical. But those long-awaited late sunsets might also get in the way of something even more magical in Seattle’s summer waters: bioluminescence.

1 month ago | seattlemet.com | Taylor Gerlach

June marches toward a well-earned PNW summer, and Washington's activities trend outdoors. We celebrate the season with big outdoor bashes, festivals to celebrate simple pleasures of beer and music, and statewide Pride fests. Various | Throughout JuneSeattle will do its big LGBTQ+ celebrations as usual, but it's not the only Washington pride out there.

2 months ago | seattlemet.com | Taylor Gerlach

“It’s so relaxing,” I hear a patron say. We’re inside the tasting room at Wilderbee Farm, overlooking an orchard of budding fruit trees, each with a glass of mead in hand. The Mead Werks tasting room has cozy wood accents, making it feel like a mountain lodge inside a farmhouse. I can spy the honey boxes across the lawn, where the bees are working hard. They’re the only ones here who don’t seem at ease. Mead is having a bit of a moment.