Pretty plumerias

Rainbow Shades plumeria

Rainbow Shades plumeria

The only bright spot in this otherwise oppressively hot, humid, rainless weather.

When will it end?

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Notwithstanding my last post in which I rejoiced at the brief shower we had that day, the Houston and Galveston area, as well as most if not all of the rest of Texas, continues to choke through an extreme and extended drought condition. Read the rest of this entry »

It rained today, it rained today!

Rafter rain

Rafter rain

And, like some kind of Madwoman of Seville, I went dashing out, camera poised, shutter open!

Okay, so you’ll have to squint a little hard at this photo in order to see the stream of blessed rain flying off my barge rafter. Still, since it’s one for the record books (the rain, that is, not my barge rafter, although the barge rafter, coupled with that classic knee brace and open soffit, is a fine example of the Craftsman architectural style about which I do have a small clue and thus, in my humble opinion, a worthy if modest candidate for the historical record…but I digress), I just had to get a shot. Read the rest of this entry »

Remember who…

Baby Lindy

Baby Lindy

Walking a prancing Tip late this afternoon, when it wasn’t quite so suffocatingly hot, into the nearby, shaded, historic neighborhood of Cedar Lawn (est. 1924), I chanced upon a great bumper sticker on the back of a car parked on the street:

“Remember Who You Wanted To Be”

Ah, yes, I remember, and had to smile…

I remember a young, bright, blue-eyed, curly-headed idealist and dreamer, childhood cartoonist, young musician, later would-be psychologist, philosopher, physicist, mathematician, and always, ever, ponderer of the big ideas. A genuine appreciator not only of the hardest of hard science but equally of the finest of fine arts, of symphony, ballet, literature, poetry, and all those uncategorized nuances of life that qualify, finally, as art. A cultural and geographic adventurer and an ardent, unrelenting challenger of the status quo.

That was who I wanted to be and that was who I was.

And maybe that was all of us, the last trickle of the Baby Boomer generation. Read the rest of this entry »