Sh*t That Makes Me Smile: Tiny Rubber Chicken

Every now and then the silly gets in. And what’s especially funny is no one knows where this little chicken came from. Matt found it in his work apron, I think, then hid it for me to find. Just tiny. Just wee. Cracks me up!

Tiny Rubber Chicken

You can get your tiny rubber chicken needs fulfilled at Archie McPhee.

What’s got you giggling these days?

2016_Sunshine Signature_grey burst

Sh*t That Makes Me Smile: When Seattleites Get a Lil Sun

You can see the satisfaction. All of a sudden—literally in the middle of cycling—everything and everywhere is a beach worthy of a good lay-out. I’m sure its the Floridian in me, but I just find it so endearing. Especially when I get the Weather Channel warnings to stay hydrated (which we all should, I know, but still). Everybody’s got a little light under the sun! Look at this guy ↓ makeshift lounge.


What’s making you smile these days?

2016_Sunshine Signature_grey burst

Sh*T That Makes Me Smile 02 | Driver Wave

Be it rain or shine, Seattle’s King County Metro keeps me moving. Most of the time that involves physically moving from Point A to Point B, but sometimes, when I’m lucky they move me to smile.

Seeing two drivers, especially when they’re opposite directions of the same route, acknowledge each other with a friendly wave just lights up the day. Like when Tina Belcher hears, ‘bumper to bumper’ or when Amelie finds a perfect throwing stone, seeing Metro drivers wave at one another soothes my soul.It’s a tiny moment, not even intended for me, that reminds me of the unseen relationships constantly encircling as I make my way through the city.

This particular day I was headed to Pike Place Market and, determined to photographically document this moment for you, I told the driver about my Wrays of Sunshine. I also thanked him for his work in general because I really do appreciate not being behind the wheel, especially in that make-you-crazy stop-and-start traffic. Turns out, our driver is Hussein, a funny guy who’ll get you smiling anyway, no driver’s wave required. He very kindly agreed to be photographed if he happened to encounter another bus en route.

He moved here when he was 13 years old from Iraq. He worked hard to earn his bachelor’s degree, but even when working toward his passion, he always woke up in the morning and felt like, ugh, I have to go to work. “Now, when I wake up I get to go to work.” He said he threw his bachelor’s degree away after that. His favorite part is helping people who don’t know where they’re going, meeting travelers and hearing their stories. Hussein is also a very proud papa. And that’s totally reasonable because his son is adorable. Like, crazy cute.

Sure enough, a Number 5 North to Shoreline came barreling up Fremont Hill.


Oh, you guys. I’m smiling.

A big, thank you to Hussein for sharing his sunshine with me and allowing me to share it with you. Sharing joy and truth is exactly what the world needs more of. It’s what makes these rainy Seattle days bright!

Brianna Wray Signature

Incredible story by Hussein. Tina Belcher images from here and here. Text and photos by Sunshine.

Sh*t That Makes Me Smile / Kaleidoscope Photos

Due to the overwhelming amount of garbage in the media I’m responding with a new miniseries: Sh*t that Makes Me Smile. There are a million tiny things worth celebrating in the world. I want to start now.

Kaleidoscope Photos: literally taking pictures through a kaleidoscope. So easy. And so fun.

Kaleidoscope 2

What makes you smile?

Brianna Wray Signature