Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day Weekend...Motorcycles

Yesterday evening Daniela and other neighborhood ladies caught a soccer doubleheader in town. So, another dad and I took the kids for ice cream...the old-fashioned way, walking with a red wagon.


(If you want to ride along in the wagon at your own pace, click here.)

This morning, as they do each Memorial Day Sunday, the police closed I-66 and the Rolling Thunder peered over the asphalt horizon, right on schedule.

I recognized a few of the faces from last year's ride, and enjoyed many new ones. Here are some of my favorites:


If you want to wave at the bikers at your own pace, click here.)

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Palettes and Palimpsests...

My friend Elise exhibited her work yesterday. Fragments of text, memory shards, truncated exclamations of self and other utterances weave in and out of her art. Her new productions eloquently bind disparate and dissonant articulations upon linen. Snippets of speech, status updates, and dream dross. An intrigue in the intersections of memory and experience inspire and fuel her creative frenzy.

She began to paint again after keeping the canvas at bay for over a decade. It was a delight to meander through her projections...

Friday, May 15, 2009

Police Week Pomp and Pageantry...

Every year in May, thousands of law enforcement professionals descend for a week of ceremonies in DC. Legions of cops, in all shapes and sizes, on motorcycles and in antique cars, some with tattoos, some with kilts...they, their friends and family, all gather to pay tribute to lives lost in the line of duty. There are cycling events, motorcycle formations, and antique police car parades throughout town and the surrounding suburbs. At scheduled times, vigils and memorial services interrupt the frenzy.

In the afternoon and into the evenings, bagpiper cops in kilts travel the nearby bars and visit the giant beer tent near the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial. They play their dirges as they enter. We turn and stop, raising our cups, bottles and cans. The pipes rest, and we toast. We drink because they can't. We drink to celebrate their bravery. Cheers to you and to those no longer with us.

Tuesday:

(Click here to wave at the cyclists as they ride into town.)

Wednesday:

(Click here to find shelter in the giant beer tent.)

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Breakfast in Bed

We began the day by cooking up a nice morning meal, a favorite Mothers Day ritual.
After fulfilling nuclear family obligations, we met up with the rest (well, most of) the clan.

(If you want to meander amidst the matriarchs at your own pace, click here.)

Osmosis by the Oasis...

Miniature mermaids, of varying hues, watched over the cocktails last night as neighbors gathered at a recently finished patio-scape. They transformed their yard into a magical watering hole, and we gathered for a few hours to barter, and banter. We soaked our feet, and our lips. We waxed nostalgia under the full moon...reminiscing about our day in the sun.

If you want your own mermaid-guided tour, click here.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Colorless Contrasts...

It rained most of today. So, we decided to forgo our weekly soccer match and spare the pitch the usual trampling. After helping the kids with their homework, and dwelling on their "coming of age" moments and other complexities, I decided to search for clearer contrasts around the neighborhood.

After a rainstorm...the tiny groves in a wooden plank align with an earthworm's natural divisions.


Tiny raindrops cling to the edge of a blade of overgrown grass along the local bike path.

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