They are dime a dozen in the neighborhoods of NYC. Not so in DE. It was interesting though restrained. Caricatures were painted on the walls for us to guess their identities. Yes, a chocolate egg cream – no milk. It wasn’t Kosher. You could get meat and dairy. Over the top? How about a 1 pound éclair? Right!
I’m not sure eating here would give you a proper representation of NYC. But, it’s solid cooking and it works for us. Here’s to a proper chocolate egg cream and a 1 pound eclair.
The museum in Dover has been a bargain. We go for exhibitions. Openings are fun. They serve food! Free! Yum! I’m there for the food. Ha! Really, we’re there for the art?! In celebration of Black history month this exhibit was mounted. Free food! Ok, good art too. Fine art! Fine.
And the kicker? They had another “meet the artist” event a few weeks later. More free food! I guess old habits never die.
I was a moderately poor sleep deprived neurosurgery resident so so many decades ago. We were constantly trolling for food. I learned to sleep an extra ten minutes in the morning by drinking down Ensure or Sustacal instead of eating a proper breakfast. Yup! Yuck! But the chocolate flavor tastes vaguely like a “shake” if you cool it in the fridge. In the evening my chief resident would order seven dinners for the NICU patients – one for each patient. Mostly the patients were not yet cleared to eat. No matter. We would pick through the trays making a meal for ourselves as we prepared for evening rounds. He knew to go to the VA Hospital in the morning where we could get another free meal (breakfast). There, I learned that he ate scrambled eggs with ketchup. Nope, not me. But the food was always welcome. The old habits never die. I arrive at a buffet and get to eating promptly before the potions and choices dwindled. Yup! Free food!
It seems I am up too much and way too early. I have dreams. These days they wake me. Early morning color lasts but moments. In the time, it takes for me to grab my camera the light has already changed. Nonetheless it’s dramatic. I’ve missed a lot of sunrises in my life. Most days I don’t get morning glow like this. But when you see something this mesmerizing, It’s impossible not to take a shot. Priceless!
Fire and Ice. It’s hard to put on a winter festival with ice in 61-degree weather. It’s a bald face attempt to bring foot traffic to downtown. Commerce. Business. Money. To be sure someone benefited. Someone paid. People came. They saw, they ate, they purchased. We arrived on the second day; the melt had begun. Ice sculpting is temperature dependent. Five Olympic rings were only two in the late afternoon. More telling was the makeshift ice rink that used white plastic instead of ice. Hey, there’s no refrigeration, just a lot of good intention.
This show was in early February. Yesterday, February 21 was 72 here. No, nope, there ain’t no global warming. The last time it was this warm in NYC was back in the 1930’s. Um, yup, the hundred year heat spell….
I live at a cross road. Morning skies are always interesting. Count ‘em. Too numerous to count. I’m in the middle of tbings, but not really. I liken it to living on a golf course and not playing a single round. I’m ok with it. I don’t mind not having to battle TSA and crowded planes and baggage claim and… Sure, I’ll fly again. Meanwhile, I enjoy the myriad of jet trails that cross my skies. Of course, as a kid (8 or so) I used to run from under planes passing overhead with the belief that I did not want to be there if someone overhead flushed the toilet.
It’s not a good photo. I could improve it with means. I’m not bothering. It’s okay. It’s about the story. 2014. No. 2015. Was it? Gee time passes quickly. Valentine’s Day. Get it? Don’t try. I’m being obtuse. However… we were in this same restaurant again recently. I think it’s the second time for me (in this restaurant). It’s not Valentine’s. But I am there again with the same folks; yes,… and with my very significant other. The last time it was on the eve of our buying a house in Delaware. Prior to that, I had never even been in Delaware. And the topper? I was asked, “So how do you like the neighborhood?” just as I was driving in Delaware for the first time. Oh brother! You can’t make this stuff up. So, it was nice to have a steak once again. Meanwhile, my companion has gone vegetarian since then. She ate the risotto.
I try to take a picture every day. Yes, with a real camera. I pretty much follow my life this way. Lately, it’s rare for me not to pull out my camera wherever we are. Ah! Restaurants! Yup, I take pics of restaurants and the food. Goofy? Probably. Then again, I miss plenty too. I also get ribbed about taking pictures that my friends never see. (They don’t follow blogs, I guess)
We get really great sunrise sunset pictures in Delaware. The clouds change constantly. It’s spectacular most times when there are clouds in the sky. This morning is a case in point. Spectacular. One more? I can’t help myself. Yup, I took a few. Timing is everything. The peak sunrise color only lasts moments. Yes, you have to be up at that hour. Earlier in my life that would never be. I liked to sleep late into daylight. Not now. Hmmm, I don’t have a guilty conscience. Do I?
Here’s a non-sequitur. At the average of 1/100 sec per image for 100,000 images over three years that would be about 160 minutes or 2 ½ hours. Therefore, I have recorded/documented about a scant two hours of my life during that time. Since I shoot a lot of doubles, it would be a far smaller representation. Video? You shoot a lot more “nothing worth saving.”
Here’s an exercise I struggle with. Timing. Get that breaking wave sharply focused as it rolls showing maximum curl. Of course, it should also be a big wave. I frequently miss. …try again. Usually the camera is in my pocket as I see a large wave break. And another won’t come along till I have the camera tucked back in my pocket again. Insanity! Or, Murphy’s law?
What they never told me is that you can join a museum and get reciprocity at others. We have been to a lot of museums for free. And I mean in Chicago and in LA and points between. Of course, the exhibits are there to stimulate discussion. Hey! I just retired. Do we really need colored plastic heads strewn about? Humpf!! Gates!? Jean Claude and Christo – Central Park many years ago. It was about orange gates in the park for a few weeks. It was mesmerizing. The artistry is in the concept. The concept pictures and proposal sell for tens of thousands – enough to fund the project’s million dollars bill. I mean millions of dollars. So, the sales earn a lot of money. That builds a lot of gates. By the way, most of the proposals and projects never got built.
We pass through New Castle; we eat at Jessop’s. It doesn’t matter we only ate hours before. This was a bittersweet day. Business concluded. I’m now officially in retirement. It’s taken a year to adjust to the concept. Sweet – now life begins again. I’m pretty happy. I’m in a good place. As they say – the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I can only speak for myself at this point. I’m responsible to me and the few around me. The phone ring no longer is a potential threat alert. It’s been a long time. I can finally admit relief and appreciate it. You don’t realize how much it hurt until they stop beating your head. Obtuse? You bet. You need to be an insider. Try the restaurant if you ever pass by.