Bicycle Drag Race

Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
—-H.G. Wells

Taken yesterday at the AOT Just Ride Dallas Drag Race on the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge.

Bicycle Drag Racer on the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge

Bicycle Drag Racer on the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge

Monkeys With A Bland Grin

“For God’s sake, let us be men
not monkeys minding machines
or sitting with our tails curled
while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone.

Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Selected Letters

Deep Ellum Texas

Deep Ellum
Texas

What’s For Lunch

“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”
― Orson Welles

Main Street Garden Park Dallas, Texas

Main Street Garden Park
Dallas, Texas

It Was Red And All My Life Was In It

“When I was out on the battlements it was cool and I could hardly hear them. I sat there quietly. I don’t know how long I sat. Then I turned round and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.”
― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

Main Street Garden Dallas, Texas

Main Street Garden
Dallas, Texas

Nobody Knows Where Its Heart Is

“A giant octopus living way down deep at the bottom of the ocean. It has this tremendously powerful life force, a bunch of long, undulating legs, and it’s heading somewhere, moving through the darkness of the ocean… It takes on all kinds of different shapes—sometimes it’s ‘the nation,’ and sometimes it’s ‘the law,’ and sometimes it takes on shapes that are more difficult and dangerous than that. You can try cutting off its legs, but they just keep growing back. Nobody can kill it. It’s too strong, and it lives too far down in the ocean. Nobody knows where its heart is. What I felt then was a deep terror. And a kind of hopelessness, a feeling that I could never run away from this thing, no matter how far I went. And this creature, this thing doesn’t give a damn that I’m me or you’re you. In its presence, all human beings lose their names and their faces. We all turn into signs, into numbers.”

― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

Untitled (Sprawling Octopus Man), by Thomas Houseago Nasher Sculpture Center Dallas, Texas

Untitled (Sprawling Octopus Man), by Thomas Houseago
Nasher Sculpture Center
Dallas, Texas

There Is Another City

“Irene is a name for a city in the distance, and if you approach, it changes. For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

Arts District, Dallas, Texas

Arts District, Dallas, Texas

It Was Red And All My Life Was In It

“When I was out on the battlements it was cool and I could hardly hear them. I sat there quietly. I don’t know how long I sat. Then I turned round and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.”
― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

The Serial Number Of A Human

“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality

Reflection 'Series XI Deborah Ballard 2011, Cast Stone, Mixed Media Hall Sculpture Plaza Dallas, Texas

Reflection ‘Series XI
Deborah Ballard
2011, Cast Stone, Mixed Media
Hall Collection
Dallas, Texas

Desperately Addicted to the Comforts Others Sell Them

“So generation after generation of men in love with pain and passivity serve out their time in the Zone, silent, redolent of faded sperm, terrified of dying, desperately addicted to the comforts others sell them, however useless, ugly or shallow, willing to have life defined for them by men whose only talent is for death.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

HARROW 1992 by Linnea Glatt Lubben Plaza Dallas, TX

HARROW
1992
by Linnea Glatt
Lubben Plaza
Dallas, TX

Wisdom Cannot Be Imparted

“Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else … Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Buddha Liu Yonggang,	Chinese, b. 1964 China, 2013 Painted Steel Crow Collection of Asian Art Dallas, Texas

Buddha
Liu Yonggang, Chinese, b. 1964
China, 2013
Painted Steel
Crow Collection of Asian Art
Dallas, Texas