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43/365 Thin

If the way to a mans heart
Is through his stomach …
I’ve got a few skills to show you

I’m so stressed I could cry.
Sorry for the lack of effort.
But I did cook by throwing random ingredients into curry sauce (and seasonings).
It turned out better than I expected.
And I’m counting this as a picture post.

Two birds, one stone (or something like that).

Thin

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22-34/365 Magic Lives Here

You know the picture dump I promised somewhere around the mid-end of January. It’s here! Silent hurrahs all around.

These are a mixture of pictures from my camera and from my phone taken while I was wandering around the French Quarter and Jackson Square on a Sunday.

I first set foot in New Orleans when I was around 13 years old and I’ve had a continuous love affair with the city since.

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I Gave My Soul to a New Religion … 16 – 21/365

Pictures to catch me up on “picture a day”. I should start calling it picture dump to catch me up. We all know I love music. I’ve been feeling down and having a hard time lately so this weekend I hopped around to a couple of cities to visit my favorite soul surgeons.

Leah Shapiro , drummer for Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Robert Levon Been, bass (and all the instruments also) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Peter Hayes, guitar (and all kinds of other instruments) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

These guys were the opening band, The Night Beats. Lovely way to open the shows. In Houston the bassist’s mom came up and got on the rail with us. She couldn’t stop gushing about how adorable her son was on stage. That’s support man

I went to two cities, Houston and New Orleans. Other than my pictures of the show in Houston I didn’t really take many others. I just didn’t find as much that captivated me.

New Orleans … that’s going to be it’s own post because it’s one of my favorite US cities (with the exception of the band pictures, BRMC pics above are the New Orleans show).

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Mosaic 7-15/365

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted pictures … I have obviously not done well with keeping up on “a picture a day”.

Today I was thinking about mosaics. How intricate they are. Hundreds of tiles layered together into designs. Sometimes very intricate, sometimes simple, sometimes the beauty lies in the simplicity.

A couple years ago I went to Greece and ended up on Delos, an island about a 20 minute ferry ride from Mykonos.

They’re restoring a lot of what’s outdoors on the island but they have a lot of original artifacts in the museum there.

The ancient Greeks loved their mosaics.

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Looking at these, I’m not sure all of these were mosaics. Some of them may actually just be paintings. The smaller ones had other displays in front of them making it hard for me to get close to get any kind of creative/close up shot.

I go out of town this weekend so you guys will finally maybe get some new travel pictures and not stuff from when I went gallivanting around Europe a couple years ago.

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5&6/365 – Slacka

Not only did I skip yesterday, day 5 for those keeping up, but today you don’t even get a recent image! But I’ll share 2 to make up for being a slacka only a few days in.

I have a major case of wanderlust and I haven’t gotten to satisfy it nearly enough lately. What about you guys?

These are busts in the museum on Delos, a Greek island and world heritage site. Taken with my Canon T2i and … probably just the standard lens.

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And this is a gondola in the canal in Venice, Italy. Also taken with my Canon.

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Numbered Days 4/365

My heart could be filled

But truth be told …

My days are numbered here.

This disease is terminal.

The doctors don’t know what to do.

“Well,” he says as he raps spindly hands

“You can’t stay forever in the land of the damned.”

Indeed Father Time.

It appears I’ve been diagnosed with life.

I can’t stop my feet from wandering

Or my mind from pandering

The sweet effects of a sunset over the sea.

I suddenly, it seems, have things

I need to be

Rather than this old burnt out bag of flesh

And crumbling calcium deposits collected for me.

So tell me dear, tell me love

You know our days are numbered here …