senses of a roadside’s frost
January 31, 2011
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breakfast feeds
January 30, 2011
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Toasted bagels and paper cups with corrugated sleeves that read “Caution: Contents May Be Hot” occupied our hands. We fed ourselves on conversation.
eyes on the road
January 30, 2011
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I drove several miles yesterday, perhaps even more than usual. Just seems like a standard when you live in a rural area. I always seem to find an inner calm during those drives. Usually it’s just me and the music, getting lost in the moment as I pass the road markings like falling dominoes.
I’m not sure why, but yesterday was just a little bit different. I listened to the quiet instead. Between that and the whistling of the fresh air making it’s way through slightly lowered windows, it seemed like I drove farther than those miles I left behind me in the rear view mirror. These healthy places find me far more often than they use to.
hooray for hollywood
January 30, 2011
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Fresh out of the oven oatmeal raisin cookies make it feel like a Saturday night at the ranch… a perfect companion for an evening of classic black and white cinema
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standing in my chair
January 29, 2011
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Sometimes I stand in my chair to have a closer look at my shoes. Then there are days when I do so just to have a better view of where I’ve been.
we feed ourselves
January 29, 2011
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Food is art and my kitchen is another one of my studios. Not only does it need to taste good. It must also look good. Saturday looked like this.
Scrambled eggs with mozzarella, cheddar, and parmesan with a splash of salsa. Home style hash browns with onion, garlic, and green peppers from our garden. Olive oil lime parmesan french loaf topped with orange marmalade. Nectarines. Tomato juice and freshly ground fair trade coffee. Fab!
falling in love on the cheap
January 28, 2011
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Driving west, I knew I had less than 10 minutes to spare and decided to make a quick stop by one more shop. I parked the truck and hurriedly dashed in. As I walked halfway to the back of the store where all of the men’s stuff is stashed, I began hearing angels sing just before seeing it in the distance. Yellow. Soled. Stitching.
american idle
January 28, 2011
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The long darkened idle slowly thawed the frozenness of winter. I waited. A song played in my head while I listened to the weatherman forecast a day of sunshine at 5:22 AM.
Doc Side of the Moon
January 27, 2011
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My Doc Martens go everywhere. I just happen to tag along.
paperwork’s complete. bring on tomorrow.
January 26, 2011
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Next to being a Dad, my middle aged return to higher education has been one of the most rewarding events in my life. Receiving my bachelor’s degree at 48 years of age was a personal landmark. It was official. I’d been bitten by the education bug and prior to graduating in 2008, I’d already applied and accepted my invitation to attend graduate school in Virginia Commonwealth University’s highly ranked School of the Arts program.
I continued my forward educational momentum while also working full time for the university. Education and creativity surrounded me. I felt at home. Two years and one day after attending my very first graduate level class, my thesis art exhibition opened at the Rawls Museum. My frantic pace and life’s ambitions merged. It was spectacular. A few weeks later, just before graduation, I was humbled with my invitation and induction into the Honor Society of Phi Kappa Phi.
I’m just now feeling like I’m getting started and I’ve got a hell of a long way to go before being done. Life is simply that good and I look forward to what it decides to bring tomorrow. I may even set my alarm earlier for a preview glimpse.
