A look back at Third Avenue, mid-block between Washington and Main streets, in downtown Seattle.

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FOR THIS week’s especially convivial “repeat,” Jean Sherrard and I persuaded our friends, artists Joe Max Emminger and Julie Paschkis, to walk a block. In what Jean describes as the “pearl-like light” of that late-September Sunday, the couple and a few friends stand on Third Avenue South holding examples of their art, taken from the nearby Grover Thurston Gallery.

Julie and Joe had just concluded their joint show at the gallery with a potluck. Appropriately, the monthlong exhibit was named “Feast.”

About 93 years earlier, Grace Loudon McAdams posed with a few happy friends on the same Third Avenue sidewalk mid-block between Washington and Main streets. The storefronts are the same. Her older brother, Max, took the photo, and Grace, third from the right, steadies Max’s cycle with her hand on its seat. While that ca. 1919 day was equally sunny, it was surely not as warm as our recent Indian summer — although the motorcycle is an Indian.

I first met Grace about 30 years ago. She shared with me her brother’s albums. Max recorded some of the best snapshots of his hometown’s sporting life: park visits, horse racing, circus parades, beach life, backstage vaudeville and the semipro baseball team he managed. (We have posted more of Max’s subjects on our blog, dorpatsherrardlomont.)

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As for our friends on the sidewalk, everyone attending the feast potluck chose their own piece of “Salty Dough Sculpture” featured on one of the gallery’s walls. Two examples can be found in Jean’s “repeat.” To read about the show, see all the work and even get a recipe for the dough to make your own sculptures, check out the show’s own blog, http://afeast.wordpress.com.

Check out Paul Dorpat and Jean Sherrard’s blog at www.pauldorpat.com.

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