October 30, 2014

Split, Croatia. October, 2012


Just outside the port in this former Roman city, there’s a scale model showing the development of Split over the years. I love the monochrome, design-y, cubist look of this detail when it’s taken out of context.

October 29, 2014

Split, Croatia. October, 2012


My friend Marin grew up in Split, his family still lives there. So when Dr. Blake and I were heading there on our first trip to Croatia, naturally I asked my friend for advice. “Go to the fish market,” he advised. He knows me. A little bit of a walk from the produce market, it occupies a charming gazebo-like building all its own. Here’s a very small sample of the day’s catch that was on offer.

October 28, 2014

Split, Croatia. October, 2012


Why does fruit look and taste so much better in Europe than it does in the United States? A rhetorical question. We all know the answer. Look at these beauties. You can almost taste them. As I write this, I’ve just tried once again to buy a good-tasting pear here in the US of A. No luck. Rock hard when I bought it, mealy a few days later. Oh, how I remember the juiciest of pears that Jay and I bought in the central market of Málaga two years ago, telling the vendor that we wanted pears that we could eat that very day. He selected two perfectly ripe ones for us that remain in memory. 

October 27, 2014

Venice, Italy. October, 2012


It doesn’t take much to get Dr. Blake all teary. One of the many things I love about him. In this case, it’s not hard to understand. Our sailing ship leaving Venice with the Piazza San Marco in the background. The perfect end to wonderful first-time visit for him to this splendid city. The prospect of two weeks on a Windstar cruise. And the “sail away” music (schmaltzy as it is) playing over the ship’s sound system as we approach the Lido. Basta.

October 26, 2014

Phoenix. April, 2013


The public television station where I worked for 23 years recently held an employee reunion. I had no desire to attend. In fact, I had a desire not to attend. Why? Well, mainly because the people from back then that I want to see, I do see. Same with my colleagues from my years at “the most respected name in sound.” In fact, some of them I’ll travel thousands of miles to see. Like my beloved friends Ted and Eileen with whom I connected on a recent trip to the Grand Canyon State. From Tucson, I took a morning bus to Phoenix, met my friends for lunch, then took the bus back to Tucson. What a great day. And, more to the point, what great friends. 

October 25, 2014

Venice, Italy. October, 2012


Venice as evening falls. No wonder Whistler was so captivated by this improbable city, its varying light.

October 24, 2014

Tucson. May, 2005


Pabi, short for Pablo, is no longer with us. So elegant and evocative a dog he was. Always posing in stretched-out, yogic contortions. Balletic. A little needy. But who isn’t?