Almost a mountain range at the horizon.
We were out of the bus. I stood on a corner, waiting for my friends in the shops.
They’d told us on the bus, Austin is the largest “no-kill city” in the country. Here’s an article about how that happened.
Austin is known as Live Music Capital of the World
Motorcycles and bicycles
Steve our bus driver of the Double Decker Bus Tour of Austin TX
Look sock monkey made their FB page!
Not too sure about the hat driver Steve wanted me to sport while he photographed the four of us. Joanne (the MOB) had the idea we should tour the city and it was a wonderful plan! Thanks for taking the photo, Steve.
They instruct you to NOT touch the branch as it might fling back into the next person behind you.
The rain stopped. We walked down to the yarn store Hill Country Weavers and then walked across the street for lunch.
My three friends and I were headed to a quilter’s studio to check out her hand dyed fabric (stay tuned) Anne needed REAL coffee. Tucked away on Corona Drive in a mini strip of businesses was Corona Café
These two men were going to play disc golf but the rain kept them inside on Saturday morning.
“We felt like doing something competitive.” So here they are in Corona Café playing Scrabble.
The barista made us excellent coffee.
Naiman was so nice. I asked him about his name. His father got it off the back of a car but it is a Mongolian warrior. He told us we could look it up. Naiman
Sculptor Transformed 100 year old Norway Maple Tree Stump into Revolutionary Wartime Presbyterian Minister
That lengthy title gives it all away -Another post of last week’s time in Philadelphia –
Sculptor and excellent ice carver, Roger Wing, transformed a 100 year old Norway Maple stump into an impressive likeness of Pastor George Duffield (b.1732-d.1790).
(Click Roger Wing Sculptor and you can see more examples of his amazing sculpture.)
Walking back to the hotel, I passed by The Old Pine Street Church Graveyard.
Architect Joseph G. Brin article details information about how this Revolutionary War Minister’s sermon inspired John Adams to sign the Declaration of Independence.
Well, they were marked.
Years of erosion have made many names difficult to read.
Ben Huberman of WordPress challenged bloggers to post an image that illustrated their State of mind.
We arrived in Philadelphia this afternoon.
Walking where my parents walked when they lived in the city of brotherly love. 1971-1983
Below the Theater of the Living Arts on South Street. The scene where my dad pushed his grandson Mark in a stroller and a Philadelphia magazine photographer captured them-
Scottsdale, Arizona. My midwinter break. Last Thursday night’s Artwalk.
Delicious chocolate brownies and wine served in the back amidst vibrant artwork.
The weekly photo challenge is vibrant.
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)
A vibrant scene, Main Street, Scottsdale Arizona.
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.
Women making Soparnik
Women coming to market
Looked like a painting to me.
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.
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.
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.