Stay safe, stay dry folks…
Archives For August 2012
Regardless of your politics, “change” has become a hot topic in America. Sharing this photo of mine is not meant to be a political statement, however…
When I saw this forgotten phrase above an empty storefront, I couldn’t help but appreciate the contrast of reality and message. Then again the text reads simply “Change…” What sort of change proves more elusive…
Found this little fella on a rainy stroll through French Quarter a few weeks ago…
Today it’s stormy here in Charm City. How’s the weather where you are, dear readers?
This time last year, we had a glorious sunset…
This year, the sunset is a little underwhelming but I’m glad to have captured last year’s. How’s the weather been in your neck of the woods, readers?
A while ago, I was traveling in New Orleans and stopped for brunch. It was a hot sunny day and we ended up in one of the French Quarter‘s hidden courtyards with flowering trees and a jazz trio. After a leisurely meal in the shade, I noticed the scratched walls of the passageways on the way back out into the sun.
Layers and layers of paint…
signatures…
inscriptions…
love notes..
As I was taking these photos, I couldn’t help but think of Saul Bass’ end titles for West Side Story.
I will admit I’m not the biggest fan of the movie or production in general, but I really appreciate the beautifully executed titles.
She was a hoot. A smart lady who blazed a trail for women.
Yesterday, Phyllis Diller died.
I did not know her personally or follow her movements too closely, yet when the news of her passing was announced on the radio, I shouted “No!”. I remember her from when I was a kid– her dry delivery and over-the-top look. The fact that she found her way onto Scooby Doo cemented her status as a star in my kid universe.
So long, Phyllis… thanks for the laughs and making it look easy.
Sometimes when I’m visiting Copenhagen for the day, I like to go up to the top of the 17th century observatory called the Rundetårn.
The walk up to the top of the tower is a cobblestone spiral ramp. In the 18th century, Peter the Great rode a horse up to the top while visiting. Toward the end of the 19th century, bicycle races began to be held inside the tower as well.
The view from the top is pretty special. But it’s the interior textures and history that always catch my eye.
Among the ports of call on my seemingly endless travel itinerary this year has been Copenhagen. When spending time in Sweden, I often like to pop down for the day. Thanks to the Oresund Bridge, it couldn’t be easier.
Day trips like this are such a treat and nice way to give my mind a little perspective.
How about you, dear readers? Do you ever take days like this for yourself? How do you seek out perspective and inspiration?
Inevitably, while exploring the farm, I can’t help but notice all the subtle colors and textures. Here are just a few that caught my eye:
