Tri-Cities Through The Senses

Sounds like wind, tastes like dirt. via @thebrianmanley

Sounds like wind, tastes like dirt. via @thebrianmanley

Earlier this week I asked a simple question on Twitter. I wanted people to tweet me the first thing that came to mind when they tried to imagine what the Tri-Cities tastes and sounds like. Every place has an overarching identity, that although it evolves with generations and the onset of development, there is an essence that is palpable at its very core.

The very concept of community begets a sense of place and identity.  With that identity comes smells, tastes, sounds and sights unique to our little corner of the world. Sometimes it’s obvious, sometimes you have to peel back the layers to reveal its true essence.

Now at the risk of making this sound like a lesson in creative writing, the best way to engage this identity is through sensory descriptors. What does the Tri-Cities sound like, what does it taste like, what does it feel like, what does it smell like?

So in the spirit of collaboration and community I crowdsourced my question on Twitter and my fellow local tweeps came through with some interesting responses.

But first, here is the Tri-Cities through my senses (in the form of a poem).

The Tri-Cities smells like newly flourished cherry blossoms in March.
It tastes like Farmer’s Market heirloom tomatoes for breakfast.
It feels like the seductive spice of Red Mountain Syrah burning down your esophagus.
It looks like bare outstretched branches of a Weeping Willow in Fall. Cold, naked, yearning.
The Tri-Cities tastes like cheap watering hole beer at the Uptown.
It feels like the smooth curve of icy Columbia River pebbles under your toes. Waiting patiently for the sun to melt the snow.
It feels like thrashing wind, it tastes like dust.
It looks like little wind farms and little patches of suburbia on the hillside.
The Tri-Cities tastes like hipster coffee with the side of cupcake and adorned with thick rimmed glasses.
It tastes like taco truck gourmet catered at the Quinceanera.
It sounds like howling winds and falling roof shingles and volume-topping rancheras.
It sounds like bluegrass indie  folk, and tastes like eggplant zucchini salad.

Now, click the link below that will take you to a Storify of some of my favorite responses to my question.

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Elsie Puig

Elsie Puig

Hello! My name is Elsie and I am a Marketing Specialist for Addisolv, LLC of Richland, WA. I also write for The Tri-Cities Area Journal of Business where I get to tell locals about cool businesses and entrepreneurs in the Tri-Cities and the exciting things they're doing.I moved to the Tri-Cities in the Fall of 2010 from Miami, Fl. Ever since I got here, I wondered what a recently graduated Cuban-American would do in the Tri-Cities. Then I got on Twitter and the rest is history.I am also a mom of two and wife to the man that dragged me here in the first place.The world is full of interesting people with stories that need to be told. I am a life-long student.

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