Breakfast can be confusing.
An unpredictable joining of a marketing label that says touch and my new give me a hand lapel pin.
Walking through neighborhoods. My latest find a brilliant brass door knocker. Dreaming of having one just like it.
Once not that long ago water lived here.
Housed in a sky barrel.
Walked in the rain yesterday. A gray mist filled the air.
My orange rain jacket glowed.
It felt like spring.
Putting my favorites together eggs and tomatoes. Adding some spices, onions, and chard makes very yummy.
Finding surprising geometry in unexpected places. A surprise moment when visiting my parents. Beautiful lines and perferations with two diagonal interruptions.
I was so glad to come upon this moment bathed by natural light.
Installing new work in a show I curated at ARTSPACE1241. I could pick a chair, any chair.
Yes. A trip to the Reading Terminal Market and the butcher. Lots of wonderful things. But Sriracha Skewers? Everything about that is awesome. Whats the worse part about making skewers for oven or BBQ? The cutting bits of meat and putting it on skewers of course. Here it is ready to cook with one of my favorite hot sauces. Couldn’t resist.
Oh and the lamb skewers were pretty awesome too.
I walked up the road from the little monopoly house until the sand was beneath my feet. Coming over the hill revealed a surreal view of the baby dune grass plantings that went as far as the eye can see. The replenished dunes have been made taller to protect the shore houses. It’s a strange looking sight. So interventionist, so unnatural.
An interesting change to the beach below reminded me of the island when I was a kid. The slope was gentle so was the surf. At low tide one could walk out and interact with numerous tide pools. Looking forward to my next trip to see how the grass grows.