vintage, part 1

Texas in April is perfect. I will never complain about anything again…ever…

I lost my internet access 2 days ago. I was pretty frustrated initially. I had fallen into a good routine of gym–writing—dinner–researching. About 50% of that routine is impossible without internet.

But no complaining…..even though that was a complaint. I would be a failure against my own moral ideals if I didn’t make the most of this.

So I localized my writing to Microsoft Word. And I’ll post more intentionally. I guess there will be no more late night Mad Men via Netflix. I do have a few books to read anyway…

In the absence of WiFi, I practiced some photography this afternoon. Here’s to changing it up (mantra #1)

Vintage, Pt 1.



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let it rain

I’m waiting for the sky to explode.

Apparently, I’m not the only one.

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It seems as if the general public is a bit morbid regarding the fate of humanity. But this is not what I’m referring to at all. I’m referring to the rain. It could rain at any moment. And when it does, it will downpour. My river guide on Sunday told me New Braunfels was in the the midst of a drought. Business is bad on the river, he said. That’s the inevitable byproduct when there is no water.

The bluebonnets are also late in blooming due to the drought. Dana and I drove miles  on a bluebonnet search, only to end up at a dejected little patch surrounding a mailbox.

A picture

. Because the view out my back window is so deliciously mossy.  And to celebrate the color green.


Let it rain.


rivers and roads

A new life here in New Braunfels, Tx. It was hard leaving from my visit in Pittsburgh.

There’s something quaint and cozy about that town. Between rolling hills and steel bridges, it bares composition. The familiarity was deeply comforting, even more so as I’ve been traveling for the last 3 months. I felt the warm sense of home tucked away in the steel city.

All the way from Pittsburgh: Food porn, compliments of E2. I was going to order the risotto, but these meatballs looked badass.

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Back in New Braunfels, a new job. A new apartment. A new resolution. I told myself I would live differently for a bit. Less connected. More simply. That I’d cut out means of mindless cognitive stimulation (excessive television, excessive facebook, excessive anything) and invest in mind and body.

A celebratory supper. For myself. By myself.

grilled salmon burger. trader joe's hummus dressing. trader joe's cowboy caviar. jalapenos.

grilled salmon burger. trader joe’s hummus dressing. trader joe’s cowboy caviar. jalapenos. I missed trader joe’s.

And now… my retreat.

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From somewhere between Austin and San Antonio.