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Xanadu Gallery Hosts a Vibrant Scene

Scottsdale, Arizona. My midwinter break.  Last Thursday night’s Artwalk.

We peeked in the Xanadu Gallery on Main Street and heard Pat Roberts and the Heymakers making vibrant music.

Delicious chocolate brownies and wine served in the back amidst vibrant artwork.

The weekly photo challenge is vibrant.

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Xanadu’s show is Diamonds in the Rust- features artist Dave Newman’s new works – painting shown on wall from Thunderbird Series  Dave Newman  

Musicians are Pat Roberts and the Heymakers.  Amanda Lee on bass and Tom “Hacksaw” Coulson on drums. (according the the info I found on their link-hopefully correct)

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A vibrant scene, Main Street, Scottsdale Arizona.

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I read the fine print and am not allowed to post my photos of artist Bruce Munro’s vibrant Water-Towers, at the Desert Botanical Garden but if you click on this link you can see his perfect photo of his light installation.

 


Soparnik in Zagreb

Soparnik

Women making Soparnik

“famous speciality of the dalmatian region Poljica between Split and Omiš. The original season for the dish was the colder time of the year when older, sweeter chard was available.

Basically, it is a very simple dish made from common ingredients from the region: Chard with onions and parsley between two layers of simplest dough”Click here for recipe

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Women coming to market

Sajam Zimnice

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Above the Clouds in Austria

Austrian AlpsFlying from Salzburg to Zagreb via Vienna,

Looked like a painting to me.

 

 


Three Mountains with Snow 

The Salzburger nockerl. A dramatic finish to our dinner. Laura and I ordered one to share and couldn’t finish the three mountains of soufflé. I asked how many egg whites and was told six but it seemed like more. It was immense! The server suggested taking a picture right away if we wanted one -before it deflated -but it seemed to remain at full volume for quite some time. 

With elegant flourish, we were served a mountain peak, embellished with warm berries from underneath and told the story of the signature dessert.(see link above)

It was like eating clouds. Laura said it was like angel food cake without the cake. 

   
 Here’s the story of the rest of our adventure and how we came to be in the fanciest restaurant in Salzburg. 

After a lengthy walk in a torrential downpour, hungry baby in tow, we finally arrived at a restaurant our hotel had suggested.

 Uh-oh, the Kellar was closed.

 Sunday night!

But wait, there’s another restaurant on the sixth floor! A fast ride in the mirrored,sparkling elevator.  Yes, we ended up in probably the loveliest restaurant in the city,Imlauer Sky Bar and Restaurant. I was reminded of Pittsburgh’s LeMont where Mark snd Erika had their wedding reception.   Floor to ceiling  glass walls with a city view, white linen cloths, a hushed quiet ambience but-

Charlie was really crying at full pitch and beyond eager for his dinner. He’d had it. The entire staff was so welcoming to us, took the stroller to the cloak room, hung our soggy coats, the borrowed umbrellas and seated us as if they didn’t mind our appearance or loud, hungry baby, or that we didn’t have a reservation.

They extended gracious hospitality to us and acted as if it was no problem at all.   We’d travelled all day on two buses and three trains as the train borders were closed. 

A few well dressed diners glanced our way as we were seated, I like to think with empathy, but once Charlie started his dinner and we awaited ours, all was quiet. It really wasn’t the type of restaurant, one would take a four month old infant. 

We started with a cream of carrot and ginger soup with delicate slivers of ginger root. Delicious. A basket of two kinds of bread.  We ordered, sighed with relief we were dry and so grateful to be served delicious food. 

When we ordered the dessert our waiter said it would take twenty minutes but all was quiet so we went ahead and ordered.

We were able to get a large bottle of water for “take away”, too. 

They never rushed us or made us feel we shouldn’t be there at table, in the loveliest restaurant in Salzburg. 


So What Are You Supposed to Do?

You’re taking the same exit as the truck in front of you with the sign?

What do you do?

Roanoke Route 581  Photographed by Marlene with Erika driving. The truck exited the same direction they wanted to go.  They exited too!

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NOLA Airport Across from Gate B7 I met a wise woman 

at the kiosk.  They were out of white milk for cereal and it had been a busy day, she said. 

She did tell me where I could get a Greek salad. 

Our plane had mechanical problems so I had to switch to another plane. That’s how I ended up talking to her

Thinking about a quick bite.

“Better to be on the ground and wish you were in the air

Than to be in the air, and wish you were on the ground.”

Yes, you are so right

    

Thank you

  


Yinz Irish?

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“Yinz Irish?”

from Wikipedia (Yinz is a second-person plural pronoun used mainly in Western Pennsylvania including Pittsburgh, but it is also found throughout the Appalachians.[1)

1. Rehder, John B. (2004). Appalachian folkways. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. ISBN 978-0-8018-7879-4. OCLC 52886851.

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No shortage of green t-shirts for sale.

A few more photos in case the people look for themselves on the blog in Sunday’s post

and  a link to the FB Pittsburgh St. Patrick’s Day Parade Page

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A family with stroller headed to watch the parade

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A young horsewoman from the Victory Stables

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 Gnome at Cottage

A gnome gone Irish at COLLAGE gift shop, dressed for the occasion

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Castle Shannon- Green Monster

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Not sure if the parasol helped keep her dry!

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Pittsburgh Allderdice Marching Band

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Phil who promotes Pittsburgh’s Strip District, jumped in to get in photo two

(See photo one below!

My favorite shot of the day)

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Relic

Something called the Century Plant is going to qualify as a relic today.

My friend Kristin had been sending me photos of the Agave Americana (known as the Century Plant)   as it was growing in her family’s front yard on

St. George Island.    When I went down for vacation I got to see it first hand. I couldn’t believe how tall it had grown.

It is definitely at least twenty + feet tall!

It was preparing to be in full bloom- and then it will die.  I saw some other Century Plants on the island in different stages of their life cycle.

Kristin sent me these photos on the phone and said, “Wait until you come and see it in person.”  She wasn’t kidding. I took some photos of it too.

How it starts.  The mother plant sends out “pups”

baby plant

 

 

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I used a flash at sunset and it makes the buds look interesting.

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A shot at night

Agave Americana Agave Americana with the American Flag

 

 

 

 

 

American Agave with moon

 

Someone else’s Century Plant fell over.

 

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We Had to Memorize High Flight with Mrs. Stewart in the Sixth Grade

Pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote this sonnet three months before he was killed at age 19, when his Spitfire collided with another plane on 11 December 1941.

Today when I was flying home from Panama City Florida to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania (via Baltimore), I remembered we had to memorize and recite this poem in Mrs. Stewart’s Sixth Grade at Morris Plains Borough School 1963.

True, I wasn’t the pilot but man’s ability to fly  is astounding to me.

 

High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

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First image shot with iPhone   The rest shot with a  Canon 50D

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It was a great day to fly.

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Above the fruited plain……..


Spectrum Wind by Duncan McDaniel Nashville Airport

Looking up into the skylight, I saw this very interesting sculpture during my layover enroute to Florida. It’s made with plastic SOLO cups.
I read there are three other skylight art installations but I am returning through Baltimore.

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