stalks

I was recently thinking about this (lovely, in my opinion) watery plant as I sliced some up for a snack the other day, and decided to bring it further into my life than it has ever been.

I made this illustration as an abstract, symbolizing its diverse uses and sometimes disliked qualities.

side note

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indian corn

Indian corn. Inspired by an inspired idear. What will eventually become a harvest wreath, these are just the pieces.

On your feet

I was walking down the street yesterday afternoon, enjoying the hum of the city and the slightly empty feeling of a Sunday in Vienna. It ended up being a relatively short stroll up to Café Phil, where I met a couple friends for a coffee. I love walking, and I love good shoes, so I drank up and continued on my way.

Obviously these aren’t my shoes, but I was told that they have been good ones. This however, may be their last season. A tribute.

I recently heard a story about walks and wandering and that if you go outside and pay close attention, the colors around you will absorb you. Obvious as it seems, it reminds me of a book I read a few years ago, that has somehow stuck with me. Wanderlust: A History of Walking. And in these shoes struttin’ in a cityscape would be awesome; good pattern and shape, color and contour.

This is what it comes down to. Good shoes are made for walking. Go find your favorite ones, strap ‘em on and go walking.

In the quiet morning

Sunday morning, and the air was still

Sunday morning, and the air was still,

There were no stirs from the alley, no chirp on the trees;

There were merely two bicyclists on this fine day.

Weaving and zipping harmoniously to the time;

6AM was quite the hour to have gone for that ride

But our heads were not thick from the night before;

And, we felt alive and free as the sun went to clime

Even now, seeing that summer has gone,

We wake each morning with the same still, fresh air

When we live…

We go and do.  And here, underway.

Photo: Photographer in car #1

Where we live…

Of the time spent in “Vienner,” some of the landscapes you see on a daily basis blur into fantastic, colorless architecture and culture, and often go unnoticed. The photos brings out details of both form and color of this common Austrian architecture style, by using halftone colors and high-contrast.

This “scene,” being inside the inner-entrance at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna, has enormous depth, as well as the ability to carry sound, when filled (as it sometimes is) by song and music. Sometimes, however, it’s filled by the clack of horse hoofs hitting the cobblestone beneath them; Yet at other times, it can be a locale for drunks to establish themselves for the night.

It’s worth noticing.

Crêpes & café

Sunday morning. It is very warm for this time of year. I am sitting on my balcony overlooking a courtyard. It is quiet, but from around the corner I can hear the traditional corals of the Bulgarian Christian Orthodox church traveling towards me. Purple flowers are planted in a pot next to me.

I am having my breakfast and it is delightful, I have to say. I believe, at this moment, I do know where I am.

(one)

Day 100 #1

Day 100 #2

The hundredth day took me to a place I didn’t expect to be. I started off on day one by cracking the shell of the egg; and ended up in a Slovakian mountainside — walked dark streets and biked dark paths in between. Close to the gutter, while close to the sky.

And now what? The hundredth day. Where am I?

(two)

Day 99 #1

Day 99 #2

The taste of fresh spinach coupled with baked salmon and fennel is a perfect treat for a summer evening on the terrace; where earthy undertones of fennel and citrus seep into the salmon, leaving a slight bite lingering in the aftertaste, but where a dijon-honey vinaigrette balances the dish with warmer and sweeter flavors.

Here we’ve taken the best from the land and the sea, and made a delectable supper that would satisfy any fish-lover’s urge to try something new, and maybe even convince a non-fish-lover’s to change their idea about their convictions, too.

Day 99 #3

Into the salad went spinach, cherry tomatoes, and sunflower seeds dressed with a mixture of olive oil, white-wine vinegar, dijon and honey. Sometimes a dapple of fresh fromage chèvre can be delightful. Fresh ground pepper a-top goes without saying.

Salmon in a porcelain dish or otherwise foil, topped with lemon juice and remaining slices, fresh fennel tops, dill, and thyme, and salt and pepper, with an entourage of chopped fennel root (with a dash of olive oil to avoid burnage), will find itself placed into a one-hundred eighty degree (celsius) oven just fine. It will tend to remain therein for between twenty-five and thirty minutes, at which time it will make an escape to a bed of greens.