A New Beginning // June 2009
Art, culture, a willing community and decades of planning. Relentless, unwavering perseverance. This is what is takes to create the Bellingham Arts District.
During a break in the dinner-table conversation on Thanksgiving Day 2001, Kevin Dixey got up from his seat and walked toward the restroom. Just as he was making his way to wash his hands, Dixey looked down at the toilet seat and noticed a little pink dot-his urine was tainted with blood.
Two years ago, Western junior Lara Buelow and her roommate, Randolph Rhea, huddled and shivered in a cramped, smelly tent they had pitched in a patch of woods beside an old cemetery.
Past the new development houses and condominiums at the north end of Whatcom County, the wide, smooth paved street turns into a lumpy, freshly graveled road.
Laying on his bed at Bellingham's Aloha Motel on Samish Way, Department of Corrections inmate 971030 clasps his bald head and furrows his brow as his mind drifts back to the prison cells he spent years living in.
As her date circles the perimeter of the construction Dumpster, Jen Girard inconspicuously climbs up the ladder and into the commercial-sized bin.
On Sept. 7, 2008, the leaves were beginning to trade their green for gold. The sun was out and the sky was such a deep blue that the stratosphere seemed within reach. It was a perfect day for a bike ride.
When Western junior Moses Garang was first separated from his mother, it was 1989 and he was only 7 years old. Startled in his sleep by gunshots in the darkness,
On a sunny afternoon outside of Houston, Texas, Daniel Watts stands on a 30-foot railroad bridge running over a rocky creek bottom behind her mother's house, staring down an oncoming train.
