Art lives in that kind of white, crystalline light. It doesn’t just come alive; it…
The Dallas-Austin Axis 3: Great Reading
Museum labels—you know, those notes posted next to works of art? What’s not to dislike. More often than not they are written in that impenetrable artspeak (of which curators and critics are so enamored) and filled with “facts” and observations the writer believes are...
The Dallas-Austin Axis 2: A Wild Food Chase
You’d think finding a meal wouldn’t be all that hard. My Dear One keeps a small notebook for notes on restaurants he likes the looks of when those eateries are featured on one of the food programs on television. I take that list and poke around the various wikis like...
The Dallas-Austin Axis 1: A Bumpy Ride
Simply a coincidence no doubt, but at a doctor’s office we visited in Maryland this morning—just back from our week in the Lone Star State—there were several issues of Texas Monthly magazine lying about. I opened the one focused on the performance of Governor Rick...
The Christmas Letter – 2014
Mercy me—is the year almost ended? 2014 gave us adventure, romance, challenges and sorrow. Suspended as I am among so many feelings, none has gravity sufficient to pull me close. What consumes me now are the tasks ahead from collecting the turkey from Rumbleway Farm...
A Mid-West Triangle 3: Designed but not Intelligent
I was shocked when we pulled up to the Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky. The place was mobbed. We had to search for a parking place. Somewhere I had read that they had upped the entertainment value by installing a zipline; apparently attendance was not reaching...
A Mid-West Triangle 2: A Reason to Leave Baltimore
As my Dear One said, “The Indianapolis Museum of Art is so good, no wonder the Colts wanted to move here.” The city is, in fact, an amazing place for art. And it’s full of nice people and courteous drivers. Real estate is probably pretty affordable, too. Altogether a...
A Mid-West Triangle 1: Sights along I-70
The Columbus (Ohio) Airport has beautiful restrooms! Well the women’s is beautiful; my Dear One says the gent’s is small. But no mind. I entered a well-lit space both immaculate and ample. The stalls feature locks that work and toilets that flush, seat covers and...Summer Storm
The sun has all but set in the muggy torpor of early evening when the storm explodes almost without warning: the pure white of lightning, pandemonium of thunder, warm wind whipping, weighty drops crashing. The deer that had come for their apples disappear into the...