An express tune-up at the auto shop leads to interesting conversations and life stories shared among oil and chrome. Thompson owned a tattoo parlor for 8 years until the 2009 economy pushed him out of business. After working in the auto store for 3 years, he is a bonafide car whiz. With a quick twist … More Day 12
For lunch we stopped at a new restaurant by a paint shop we needed to visit later for the building. The ambiance was nice and I ordered a Southwest Chicken Salad expecting beautiful greens piled high with beans, corn, avocado, and grilled chicken. Instead I am greeted by a bowl of iceberg lettuce, strips of … More Day 11
Tasty treats threatening new years resolutions.
Another beautiful morning in St. Petersburg. Such gorgeous light predicting a perfect day to come. Too bad I will be hidden away from this perfection till the sun sets. Mondays always seem less bright. Anticipating things that have yet to come.
One of the things I love most about Florida is the year-round sunshine. You just can’t avoid it. I happen to avoid it pretty well with my 9-5 office job but get outside as often as I can. You know a nifty thing about sunlight? It creates contrast. Although my photography professor scorned pictures of … More Day 8
Apparently the Saturday Morning Market is the place to be. Sunny, bright, and crawling with interesting people. And their dogs. Often I’ll grab a cup of coffee and just walk around, absorbing the sights and smells. Oh I’ll grab a couple of croissants too thank you very much.
A cool breeze blows in across the sea, beckoning me to batten down the hatches and set sail on uncharted waters. But first I will grab a map, set my course, and prepare for any weather before me. Because nobody gets anywhere easily. I will take on any rough waters with the knowledge that I … More Day 6
A day in the town. Searching for open buildings and quiet carpets to make busy again. We stumble upon the old YMCA. Faded orange paint peels from the Spanish facade. My father’s memories of children’s games and dark chlorine pools linger like the stubborn paint, threatening to leave but refusing to stay.
A cold blustery day spent inside with socks and hoodies pulled high. A late night run to the grocery store satisfies a craving for fresh tacos. And champagne. What to do to complete this cold wintery night? Ice cream of course. Presto!
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