“Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.”
― Henry Miller, Black Spring
“Large Marge”
Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge
Dallas, Texas
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Clearly messed with using Illustrator and Photoshop.
“I would hate to be murdered in a lounge chair. You would lose not only your life, but a chance at a nice nap.”
—-Armando Vitalis, From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee
Continental Bridge Park,
Dallas, Texas
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I try not to take so many photographs that don’t have people in them. But there aren’t many folks on the Continental Bridge Park on a workday afternoon, even on a preternaturally warm autumn day.
The few people that did walk by as I ate a takeout sweet potato were interesting enough:
A large young man with headphones – he sauntered by and I saw him at a distance once he reached an unoccupied section dancing by himself.
A young couple, very casually dressed, moving around in some sort of elaborate ritual in each open area. I think they were planning a wedding on the bridge – or at least a photo-shoot – and were trying out all the angles.
A couple with two chihuahuas. They passed one way with the dogs on leashes – then returned with the dogs loose. I later saw them chasing the pooches along the Trinity River Levee – they must have seen something interesting.
—-but the bridge is very long and narrow, and the interesting stuff was too far away. So all I did was sit in one of the lounge chairs and read a couple of horrifically gruesome short stories.
For example, in one an astoundingly stupid young man is experimenting with an ethanol-based homemade hair gel when he accidentally ignites his coif with a cigarette. Aflame, he runs into the road in a panic where he is struck by a speeding wrecker. The impact flips him over a rail into the Sabine river, which does serve to extinguish the flames – but before his friends can rescue him a large alligator drags him off by the head.
Things go downhill from there. If you don’t believe me – the story seems to be available online.
So little time, so many books….
Have you played with Google Labs’ Ngram Viewer? It’s an addicting tool that lets you search for words and ideas in a database of 5 million books from across centuries. Erez Lieberman Aiden and Jean-Baptiste Michel show us how it works, and a few of the surprising things we can learn from 500 billion words.
Heavy Hitter beer flight at Luck, in Trinity Groves, Dallas, Texas
Panther Island – what a great name for a brewery.
Love to write? What about a Need to Write? If writing isn’t an unresistable addiction – it’s not worth it.
The hinged writing surface dropped down on the secretary.
Travelling Man – sculpture east of Downtown Dallas
I was more than a little surprised when I realized that I had already read all of these.
“To the world you may be one person; but to one person you may be the world.”
― Dr. Seuss
Parking Lot
University of Texas at Dallas
Richardson, Texas
“The Line makes itself felt,– thro’ some Energy unknown, ever are we haunted by that Edge so precise, so near. In the Dark, one never knows. Of course I am seeking the Warrior Path, imagining myself as heroick Scout. We all feel it Looming, even when we’re awake, out there ahead someplace, the way you come to feel a River or Creek ahead, before anything else,– sound, sky, vegetation,– may have announced it. Perhaps ’tis the very deep sub-audible Hum of its Traffic that we feel with an equally undiscover’d part of the Sensorium,– does it lie but over the next Ridge? the one after that?”
― Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
There is a geometry to art.
“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn”
― Orson Welles
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
“What I want to know is, in the Middle Ages, did they do anything for Housemaid’s Knee? What did they put in their hot baths after jousting?”
― H.G. Wells, Tono-Bungay
Bicycle Joust
Dallas Tweed Ride
Turner House
Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas
Fun activities on the 2014 Bike Friendly Oak Cliff Tweed Ride.
Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, Dallas, Texas
Bike tour group in front of the Belmont Hotel murals.
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Nasa Photo
All these worlds are yours, except Europa. Attempt no landing there. Use them together. Use them in peace.
GoPro Tour of my favorite Dallas hike/bike trail.
I’ll bet you thought “Dallas Culture” was an oxymoron. And here they found fifteen
I’d add Dallas Aurora returning for 2015. The last one was more than fantastic.
Shane Pennington’s screen inside the Dallas City Performance Hall, with Jazz Trio.
This has always been one of my favorite movie scenes,“We will sell our bracelets by the roadside; you will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation; your people will have stick-shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, ‘Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.”
Call Me Ishmael
Delicious, pretentious, and easy. What else do you want?
i can sense it
something important
is about to happen
it’s coming upit takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality
—-Bjork, Big Time Sensuality
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Fall Colors
University of Texas at Dallas
Richardson, Texas
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Bill Chance 