Sunday, September 28, 2014

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


Though different, just as nice as afternoon light casting shadows on a dining room wall; rays through the window, not a candle, light up the rose bowl on this first day of autumn. 

Fitting too that earlier today I made a yummy pesto, round two of thick cuttings because the basil did indeed get that high.  

Nothing broke my heart though.  

Only smiles on this lovely day.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


a break.  from.  a book.  in progress. 

Monday, July 7, 2014

hot day in a cool cafe

The photos pretty much speak for how I spent my Sunday afternoon.  

I claimed a few hours to myself in this cozy place called rise n*1.  It's a souffle restaurant and this twinkling centerpiece which seems to rise high like a souffle, is my favorite fixture. 

You can choose how to spend an afternoon here; seek refuge in a corner, enjoy the sunny patio, even sit on the couch or in an easy chair.  There's a couple of bar options too; the classic which has a window open to the patio or the even smaller counter positioned in front of the ovens where you can watch the many souffles in all their stages to greatness.  

I did several of those things today.  I contemplated purchases from the sitting-shopping area, watched the ramekins in the oven, talked wine and souffles with Jennifer at the bar, enjoying a refreshing, dry rose I'm thrilled she recommended.  

Esther brought me bread while Pete and I talked about cameras.

Rob the bartender arrived and we discussed life in Dallas.  

Esther recommended the salmon souffle.  Thank you Esther!

rise n*1 was everything I wanted it to be today.  I look forward to another experience another Sunday afternoon.  Or quiet Tuesday evening.  Or bustling Saturday night. . .


rise n*1,  Lovers Lane, Dallas 

Monday, June 23, 2014


The summer sun was not meant for boys like me.  

Boys like me belonged to the rain.


Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe 
Benjamin Alire Saenz

Monday, June 2, 2014

Tuesday, May 27, 2014


Photographs by George Boyd, Dallas