Because It's All I Got

Hanging from the ceiling in our DFW hotel's restaurant, which was surprisingly good. And the art in the room is unusual, early 20th Century American style. One looks like a Depression-era WPA painting that might show people gathering or looking for food.

The model above is a fantasy. No engine, bizarre tail, strange gun top center,

We like the hotel. The staff has been very nice in letting me practice my Spanish with them.

Central America this afternoon.

Through A Glass Darkly

I think this was shot through Jeanjoel's bottle of honey flavored whisky. Might be good for a sore throat. Might be a good way to end this series.

Today and tomorrow are travel days. We'll see what happens when. Veré mas tarde.

      

Compulsory Group Shots

If you shoot an event you gotta take group shots. It's mandatory. The quality varied because I had no control of the light except to move people a bit. Again, I regret that I did not write down names.

We are getting to the end of this series. I've got something a little strange for tomorrow. Then maybe a small break until we get to a rich coast.              

Logo

Every organization needs a visual hook to identify itself. Our tiny law firm has one. It's even more important for small arts organizations to gain recognition. Artica's logo celebrates the immolation of the iconic Our Lady of Artica, which I get because I went to Catholic schools. Fortunately, the Jesuits were stimulating enough to get me to think my own way out of it.

But I digress. When I go to the February pot luck I have to bring a little notebook just to record names. I'm bad at that. I'm going for images.

Running thin on material. I may have enough from this event to last me until Thursday, when we get to someplace very unlike St. Louis.            

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

There was an unopened violin case sitting around during the Creative's Pot Luck. As I was getting ready to leave I heard the unmistakable sound across the room and headed back over. I took five years of violin lessons when I was young. Good ear, poor coordination, general failure.

Heather Bell, who we have already met, was playing beautifully. (Some mystic connection to Joshua Bell?) You can't see it in this picture, which I chose for the best overall pose, but her left hand position is perfect, arched fingers hammering straight down on the strings. She's had some serious training.

Her companion,whose name I did not note, also played. His was more of a free-form, improvisatory style. I'm glad I got to hear them both.