tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13278625572318419002024-03-13T13:51:49.231-07:00Claude's CoveClaude's Cove is where I grew up and where I live now. I the middle years I traveled Around The Block a few times. This is my window to share our life and creations, be it Art, Music, Food or Gatherings of our very special friends and family.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-71569755755098488742013-06-25T10:19:00.000-07:002013-06-25T10:19:13.801-07:00Summer Official<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Post vacation...back to the city</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">contemplate summer projects, garden sprucing, painting up face lifts, looking for colors to upfit moods and cool thoughts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">small art creations surround and smile at passersby, inspiring</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hot days call for indoor nesting, sorting, planning, dreaming</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">evening gazing at the super moon</span>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-17774701805132903982013-05-29T10:46:00.000-07:002013-05-29T14:12:43.857-07:00Fast forward...Fast forward 2013.........a few nice dinners and lunches with friends......some special outings to hear music by great local musicians...a mid-morning week day Circus Parade...a fun evening with a couple of friends viewing a cooking demo at The Cook's Station by the Lee Brothers presenting their new cookbook, 'Charleston Kitchen'.<br />
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The back yard menagerie has ebbed....gone is Inez, my beloved best friend of 15 years since her birth, and the great orange tabby, Rocco, meeting his demise on one of his great hunting expeditions. He was the best feline friend ever.<br />
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Working to get a daily rhythm in sync of long work days, routines, sorting, creating, care taking...balancing the scales<br />
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Losing friends in reckless abandon, and the menagerie grows again, as lovable Richie comes into our fold. Adding great purpose to our days.<br />
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Clearing cobwebs to focus on what really matters.<br />
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Vacation is in sight....days of contemplation and rest and loving friendship.........the things that really matter.<br />
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Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-28270051383003285752013-02-23T14:22:00.000-08:002013-05-29T14:22:13.804-07:00Spicy Winter Comfort<br />Dreary damp February Saturday, splashing around in the drizzle doing errands, antiquing, shopping for fresh produce in spite of the winter. Nestled by the evening fire, I peered into my latest 'Bon Appetit' to the Hot Soup section and tried the concoction of Chicken Khao Soi, a curry chicken soup to stick to our ribs. What a perfect choice for this evening meal. With this we also enjoyed marinated tomato salad and a Korean style cucumber salad.<br />
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Korean Cucumber Salad<br />
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1 lb. cucumbers peeled and thinly sliced<br />
Salt<br />
1 ¼ tsp. cayenne<br />
1 ¼ tsp. paprika<br />
1 clove garlic crushed and minced<br />
1 1” piece fresh ginger minced<br />
2 scallions, diced<br />
1 TBS sesame oil <br />
Place sliced cucumbers on a plate and sprinkle with salt. Set aside for 3 hours. Drain.<br />
Mix all other ingredients in a bowl, add cucumbers and let sit for a few hours for flavors to mix well.<br />
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Tomato Salad<br />
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2 – 3 tomatoes, sliced<br />
1 scallion, finely chopped<br />
1 TBS lime juice<br />
½ tsp finely chopped ginger<br />
Salt Pepper<br />
Arrange sliced tomatoes on a plate or platter. Sprinkle with salt, pepper and other diced ingredients. Allow to sit for flavors to mingle.
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<span style="font-size: small;">*You could substitute chives, parsley, cilantro or any other fresh herbs for the scallions. Also, you could use grape tomatoes rather than large ones.</span></h2>
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On a late June Monday afternoon we pulled in at the lake to set up camp. Water level down, way down. A long beach, scattered with rocks surrounded the camp, rather than the usual water lapping the edging embankments.
Happy hour chats, fire building, grilling steaks over the fire, foil wrapped veggies in the coals and sipping fine red wine, we drifted into a cool summer evening to slumber time.
Dawn awake, alarm crows cawed to each other to wake the day. Sunrise glimmered over the crystal blue water. Gentle breezes brushed over us while we slowly wakened sipping strong French Roast coffee over morning chatter.
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Leggy teen fishing girls strolled up the beach to sport on the shores of Jocassee and cast away. Kids played in and out the tents. A curly-tail chihuahua smiled and greeted us. The day began as an unfolding picnic of melon, crunchy pretzels, bean pate' and hard boiled eggs.
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A stroll on the beach around the rock point took us to a pristine beach of sand and rock formations and caves juxtaposed in the crevices. Families boating and paddling and splashing. Two stately yellow labs romped and barked and smiled happy dog smiles to be in their element. Swimming, floating, chilling waters refreshed all ailments. A baptism of cares and woes washed away.
A dragonfly befriends and flutters.
A woman strolled by in a magenta turban. Babes bobbed in iridescent donut tubes, kicking and splashing and loving each moment of a summer day.
The picnic continued, ham biscuits, fried chicken tidbits with Dijon mustard, grape tomatoes, sea salty chips, pomegranate tea, ginger man cookies. Flipping through pretty pages, dreaming of summer projects.
Filtered sunlight and warmth cast a spell to slip into the hammock and drift off to dreamland. Gentle breezes fluttered leafy foliage. Boats traveled in and out for scenic voyages. Long nap afternoon.
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Evening settled, chopping vegetables to kabob on the grill. Fresh garden fare from local gardens. Tortellini and fresh herbs in olive oil, sliced cucumbers, cherry tomatoes and sweet onion...
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Slowly wake to another beautiful summer morning, sipping coffee. Children squealed and giggled and played drama games while kicking and splashing in the waters. My camp partner served up a kicking breakfast of red raspberry hot cakes and a melange of fresh fruits, strawberries, blackberries, white grapes and pineapple. Oh, it was SO good.
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Relaxing, reading, drawing, swimming, floating at the beach. People watching, photographing, exploring. Boats floating, families played and chatted, dogs romped, waves lapping at the shore. What a beautiful day.
Afternoon painting, brushes and paint dot and design surfaces brought along for contemplation. Creating flowy lines and imagery, very therapeutic movement and expression...must do more often.
Neighboring campers packed up and moved out leaving us quietly to ourselves on the mid-week even of the summer solstice. Relishing in a rewarding week of R&R at the lakeside. we mused about future adventures and where they might take us.
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Be it an obsession, or a passion, it is a joy that I share with other friends and the prizes are sometimes priceless.<br /><br />Most recently I scored these precious little Redwing dishes at my favorite Antiques collective, Country Antiques in Travelers Rest SC for my friend Marybeth's birthday. I believe her penchant for lovely dishes is in the running with mine.<br /><br />On another day of thrifting (I never leave without checking the toy bin) I found this pretty in pink hello kitty bag to add to my collection. She'd make a nice little picnic tote, don't you think?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVAj7HDQxbVQ6lGxZDO3Qw3sjzBhmetDFwX657zUQRFt7EciMh8mZONBvkilXhGilAKAWzQhMjNG677sVeeucMVgBYS6rTRZ4vASGqUr_OziG6vFV5Yiuji0gbFgggOUf79S1PvVNfJc/s1600/CC_Hello+Kitty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVAj7HDQxbVQ6lGxZDO3Qw3sjzBhmetDFwX657zUQRFt7EciMh8mZONBvkilXhGilAKAWzQhMjNG677sVeeucMVgBYS6rTRZ4vASGqUr_OziG6vFV5Yiuji0gbFgggOUf79S1PvVNfJc/s400/CC_Hello+Kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731324093060610114" /></a>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-28481697050199148972012-04-01T07:28:00.002-07:002012-04-01T07:36:02.169-07:00Growing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_N8u7LkTzhNS15CBgexhsXsdNS3jLyZ8R0sCGW5VHsB4IXTGDpOrnC3eTEY1BeTgHqg3AdPEvYvmW757H3X3K8vihjZteKJsnitjprJ9k2d5nBZ-3uvKKt-7CTpyGvvaK-53zWJOt5Y/s1600/CC+-+Clara%2527s+Garden.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_N8u7LkTzhNS15CBgexhsXsdNS3jLyZ8R0sCGW5VHsB4IXTGDpOrnC3eTEY1BeTgHqg3AdPEvYvmW757H3X3K8vihjZteKJsnitjprJ9k2d5nBZ-3uvKKt-7CTpyGvvaK-53zWJOt5Y/s400/CC+-+Clara%2527s+Garden.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726439855035632162" /></a><br />Clara's Garden<br /><br />It's that time of year when everything green and flowering explodes before our eyes with such abundance, it seems that every day brings a new vision of something lovely. It is nearly impossible to keep up with trimming, planting and grooming the outdoor spaces. So we must just stop now and then to enjoy the beauty, the nature around us, the bird songs and the warmth of the sun. The still cool evenings to enjoy the night sounds. Spring is such a blessing to save the soul from the dark days of winter.<br /><br />Plant some seeds or seedlings, water the soil and watch miracles happen.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-49777862775703845302012-03-09T11:52:00.003-08:002012-03-09T11:58:31.339-08:00Awakening<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlStUKBFAtXqlddHOhSvoX1nibN55zh43nfAnKj3bq6M3QGJ-skSIqXr8PXB8bhe5VqfKMyxu9ejTdtpYcedGuqauFTzccK3pjXGFZkpLLHmJmEDNINT51wzLUXP4vMGE4ACOHhmaMGhE/s1600/Purples.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlStUKBFAtXqlddHOhSvoX1nibN55zh43nfAnKj3bq6M3QGJ-skSIqXr8PXB8bhe5VqfKMyxu9ejTdtpYcedGuqauFTzccK3pjXGFZkpLLHmJmEDNINT51wzLUXP4vMGE4ACOHhmaMGhE/s400/Purples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717988720493944658" /></a><br /><br />morning horizons blaze<br />mists mist<br />amber orb rises<br />piercing the morning sky<br />bold stripe shadows slash through silhouettes <br />standing in the balance<br />rains drizzle<br />muddying waters<br />dramas unfold<br />truth crashes<br />silence falls<br /><br />eager awaiting<br />Rebirth<br />Spring<br />Sanctuary<br />PeaceClaude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-78754242238376670102012-02-02T18:15:00.000-08:002012-02-02T18:37:12.274-08:00Winter blues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZXYXuA4wkS5fqcWULT1gtn-KyrwFuolgEQRR5IilGGLlrTLxuonCq3V8kGx6yxNtsBtvDvjqmdnQvvRYodSgASusayTh_Slt5wG6OHNQ3dSA0CErSBk8la1_pynEiTlqNMZ-wCZ-h6E/s1600/WindowGlass01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZXYXuA4wkS5fqcWULT1gtn-KyrwFuolgEQRR5IilGGLlrTLxuonCq3V8kGx6yxNtsBtvDvjqmdnQvvRYodSgASusayTh_Slt5wG6OHNQ3dSA0CErSBk8la1_pynEiTlqNMZ-wCZ-h6E/s400/WindowGlass01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704730817471013266" /></a><br /><br />Not Really..in spite of the balmy days and sunshine and non-chilliness of this "winter" season,we still feel that February blues longing for longer days head set.The days only getting longer minute by minute, still not fast enough. The daffodils blooming out weeks ahead of their normal due date, the rains beating down and making things grow.It's been a kindly break from the past couple of icy and stormy winters and people are smiling in between the clouds and finding time to sit in sidewalk cafes and laugh in the sunshine. Life is good. Some days pass in melancholy, but doesn't that just go along with winter and gray days?<br /><br />We, all of us, are keeping our chins up and looking toward spring cleaning, polishing and dusting off the collections and getting out on those sunny days and antiquing, cleaning off the gardening beds, collecting seeds and dreaming of growing gardens, letting the sun beat down on our face and breathing in the fresh cool air as we muse over what lies ahead.<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmv_6LoYYs274oXouJfiRyXnbNcS9igHjaDoggCIfjO5u7OXTSJ-RJvLJv9_81ylQBzfdbXnJX-a0rAVKTO-8DYbKjoaGQigRZb8NZSO2c3CqMmkLBtPqE94EHk0JY8sTdRg_DGIv8jMM/s1600/Pitchers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmv_6LoYYs274oXouJfiRyXnbNcS9igHjaDoggCIfjO5u7OXTSJ-RJvLJv9_81ylQBzfdbXnJX-a0rAVKTO-8DYbKjoaGQigRZb8NZSO2c3CqMmkLBtPqE94EHk0JY8sTdRg_DGIv8jMM/s400/Pitchers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704731455503055298" /></a>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-65377213573975530952011-12-04T14:39:00.001-08:002012-04-14T11:23:10.756-07:00Giving Thanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0eMndSiMyC94YtRwucuJvTYpLo00hyphenhyphenJHp3oTPSYE5J8a8slUHmJJHo6GDY18KSB1g81deWbS3FAqXIstIkNpo1AIjQNlfmGXnQDDR0Eq7Rfl_EzlNG-hoxuvn8vzCxsCVND5vRCsKkA/s1600/Cranberries.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0eMndSiMyC94YtRwucuJvTYpLo00hyphenhyphenJHp3oTPSYE5J8a8slUHmJJHo6GDY18KSB1g81deWbS3FAqXIstIkNpo1AIjQNlfmGXnQDDR0Eq7Rfl_EzlNG-hoxuvn8vzCxsCVND5vRCsKkA/s400/Cranberries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695836262044411682" /></a><br /><br />This Moment we have everything to be thankful for, home, jobs, family and friends. We have weathered stormy times and survived. now we give thanks for all the people who got us through.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Turkey number one</span>. Guided by the "Real Simple get ahead on the holidays feature, I put together our first turkey dinner of the season. While my sweet man still spends his Saturdays at Trader Joe's, we decided early that we needed to get one of the TJs brined turkeys, as we waited too late and missed out last year. Mid-month, I pulled out the roasting pan, simmered a saucepan of Cider Glaze and Roasted a beautiful bird to Bronze perfection. The other beauty of starting early is the opportunity to enjoy more sides than can be consumed in one sitting.<br />(Cider Glazed Turkey, buttered turnips, cornbread stuffing with apples and giblets, cranberry sauce)<br /><br />Thanksgiving Day the family gathered at the newly refurbished home of my brother and sister in law in the woods at Claude's Cove. All of our family traveled in from distant miles, as well as my sister in law's brothers and sister in law. My Thanksgiving morning was spent in my tradition of watching the Macy's parade and making a selection of side dishes from recipes I'd been gathering over the past weeks. Sweet Potatoes with Apples and Bacon (Trader Joe's recipe), Smothered Country Green Beans (Garden & Gun) and a Traditional Cornbread and biscuit dressing , a Southern Living Recipe, but a dead ringer of what Mom and Grandma made in past years. Last but not least, a homemade Cranberry Sauce made of a blend of fruits, juices and spices, not too sweet and a mellow accompaniment to the main dishes.<br /><br />Cranberry Sauce<br /><br />1 cup cranberry juice<br />1 bag of fresh whole cranberries<br />1/4 cup dried cranberries<br />2 TBS Fig Preserves<br />1/4 cup orange juice<br />1/2 tsp. lemon zest<br />1/4 tsp. lemon zest<br />1/4 tsp. Allspice<br />1/4 tsp.ground Ginger<br />Place all ingredients in a medium saucepan, bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 7 minutes until cranberries burst. Cool and chill before serving.<br /><br />The family gathered and feasted and talked and wined and dined together on a gorgeous Autumn Day, where the sun filtered through the trees and jewel toned color glimmered still.<br /><br />A welcomed day after was for resting, relaxing, and gathering a collection of antiquities for vending. Off to the Antique Mall, then a stop off to visit my old buddy Jimmy at his Antiques Shop. It was so great to see him and, as a bonus, from his treasures,, I found a perfect "McCoy" Turkey Platter for a steal!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZpkBYyLzR3iK_NsOuh3iiqYgYaIcIj9UiLU0vQNi8qYYwTrfTP8NY7NWN3zW-Mpm3_yuOxVflMmprXsYdIBpLdM-1Ycka7rCvOnAk1T1ZIDGGrliwvPRS5tmRhApxc4EIFawCalVT1U/s1600/CC_Turkey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZpkBYyLzR3iK_NsOuh3iiqYgYaIcIj9UiLU0vQNi8qYYwTrfTP8NY7NWN3zW-Mpm3_yuOxVflMmprXsYdIBpLdM-1Ycka7rCvOnAk1T1ZIDGGrliwvPRS5tmRhApxc4EIFawCalVT1U/s400/CC_Turkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731323346179452274" /></a><br /><br />Turkey platter McCoy as we'll call him, came home for the roasting of Turkey part deux. Another TJ bird, rubbed with varietal salts and spices, we served it up with a broccoli casserole, more dressing and leftover sweet potatoes from the day before. All leaving plenty for the turkey salads, turkey soups and sliced turkey sandwiches for days and weeks to come. yum yum. And Amen.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-23821098684253131902011-11-26T16:53:00.001-08:002011-11-26T17:11:10.595-08:00A day of GraceWe started our Sunday and day of our major mission with a quiet walk across town in the early morning, our destination, Sun Studios. We arrived for the first tour of the day and had an exhilarating walk through an historical piece of musical heaven. Our guide was such an animated and exhuberant talent of replicating the moments that had gone down in those corridors for decades. The building vibrated with soul and presence and still such aliveness of current talents that continue to come and spin tunes in this magical palace. It was our beginning to an historical delve into Memphis history.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXcpc0L86k0pzkeZaLWxybLtzJ0P599kZao-JzWI96JuVjOLfxdohKRh7emaCtlXjRppDVV0n4lZ66ByDo4jZeKkTQZoXGrlBSZa4LVhXUfEWLMrKEnmUZ9DXCFlXMGLDGD4Npbq7-mg/s1600/Memphis+-+Sun+Studio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXcpc0L86k0pzkeZaLWxybLtzJ0P599kZao-JzWI96JuVjOLfxdohKRh7emaCtlXjRppDVV0n4lZ66ByDo4jZeKkTQZoXGrlBSZa4LVhXUfEWLMrKEnmUZ9DXCFlXMGLDGD4Npbq7-mg/s400/Memphis+-+Sun+Studio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679472596238274642" /></a><br /><br />Next stop, Graceland. All I can say is that it was a far more peaceful and tranquil place than I could have imagined. Not as grand a specticle, nor as over the top in many ways. For the time that Elvis lived there, I think it was a modest home, compared to the L.A. mansions of the Hollywood elite. Nevertheless, the tour, the sights, are well laid out and a tribute to someone of great talent, and someone who I believe was a truly compassionate and giving person. Fame takes it's toll, but his family has preserved his place, and he truly is running through the veins of the city of Memphis. I am so thankful to have had this opportunity to go exploring in such a fun, vibrant and friendly place. Elvis lives!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aeoppZOMI0hT8vbgzHHxLQbE8wAua0MDRAxtKmVzK3G6oiyF8uvfhjKL8W4iCmxbVYuSoKMEtjkkVjb-VzJFAPuEAeHDL86snmaiPrmbUqrjl8CrtzpxyxfatxfKjQ8UFIorISBq3Dg/s1600/Memphis+-+Graceland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aeoppZOMI0hT8vbgzHHxLQbE8wAua0MDRAxtKmVzK3G6oiyF8uvfhjKL8W4iCmxbVYuSoKMEtjkkVjb-VzJFAPuEAeHDL86snmaiPrmbUqrjl8CrtzpxyxfatxfKjQ8UFIorISBq3Dg/s400/Memphis+-+Graceland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679472882855936898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgR2SMtEwwlE2tD2-ObbmChrqKkuGwdgg3dQtreGg0ia1C1lACQVyG1xbLk3baxPP1BwXybWRx9DmAKgQomRSYoc0BaB7gFw8G8Dg1qMHLafpRVwSFVymBJ3gEkykEFNGlPTdGCdAh0KM/s1600/Memphis+-+Elvis+Walgreens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgR2SMtEwwlE2tD2-ObbmChrqKkuGwdgg3dQtreGg0ia1C1lACQVyG1xbLk3baxPP1BwXybWRx9DmAKgQomRSYoc0BaB7gFw8G8Dg1qMHLafpRVwSFVymBJ3gEkykEFNGlPTdGCdAh0KM/s400/Memphis+-+Elvis+Walgreens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679473116456236370" /></a>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-82431197375318307252011-11-01T06:54:00.000-07:002011-11-28T08:21:00.984-08:00touristing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVTdhM_3G8T5noBEhPSsBHLjNa85ipkhvkx3c5pAiks4XacFTBxUDfnYqT_PGwb-5aGYQ4SgvKJb9buViYlhcYKg_QM8UYqf5kE0S5VYncbTFceVQvnPmV_UIVhAkGZi68Mt_7KP_BAc/s1600/Memphis+-+Mermaid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVTdhM_3G8T5noBEhPSsBHLjNa85ipkhvkx3c5pAiks4XacFTBxUDfnYqT_PGwb-5aGYQ4SgvKJb9buViYlhcYKg_QM8UYqf5kE0S5VYncbTFceVQvnPmV_UIVhAkGZi68Mt_7KP_BAc/s400/Memphis+-+Mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675387889615596722" /></a><br /><br />Ahhh, a beautiful fall day beside the Mississippi. What to do but wander the streets of this unknown city, shop, eat and take it all in. The temperature couldn't have been better, hovering around 70 in the daytime and 50s in the evening. Saturday was our shopping and tourist day and our first full day to indulge on what good eats Memphis had to offer. Thanks to our Scottish friends, we had some tips they had collected from some locals to find some of the best the town had to offer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyjj3KR3HTmKyfq70qbF0_6DQgw3IFck1DR9MV_WNWXpfD7NNSJr9qT2Z5LDBZe-pOFN2VXlh8sw40oOdiUILm5rpBqkrRoD8rNu5lQ7vHQmuVkgin48gYNGfD8C3_DzojxGKocQfKco/s1600/Memphis+-+PnutShop02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyjj3KR3HTmKyfq70qbF0_6DQgw3IFck1DR9MV_WNWXpfD7NNSJr9qT2Z5LDBZe-pOFN2VXlh8sw40oOdiUILm5rpBqkrRoD8rNu5lQ7vHQmuVkgin48gYNGfD8C3_DzojxGKocQfKco/s400/Memphis+-+PnutShop02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679471231337237122" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_CWIG22sTEt5hGP8fkfG32plWwWMN4sBISaOmzTDSZ3TsTlWjL1FnPuqsNqAbJWKWfIbphxHxzj07sMFMzOvv-me-VmZrjq3y9sy3wOBX3-sXUnI90ZPfWNgdOdHbCG7prnTDNp9uqM/s1600/Memphis+-+All+U+Can+Eat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_CWIG22sTEt5hGP8fkfG32plWwWMN4sBISaOmzTDSZ3TsTlWjL1FnPuqsNqAbJWKWfIbphxHxzj07sMFMzOvv-me-VmZrjq3y9sy3wOBX3-sXUnI90ZPfWNgdOdHbCG7prnTDNp9uqM/s400/Memphis+-+All+U+Can+Eat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679471746998052882" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMBnEKH3pxILWKO8jT3eUwQYzUSPhMS1daEtoo-RfWybOEBDugerzmZdaqaQThy4bkuWqYHIlzu-qASqCgnAlqIS6VqUiPPJ06oeaQihbEKgmLxNWTavE7XBeorbCZ6sZApzC4dfLG2Y/s1600/Memphis+-+Billy+Bass+Wall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMBnEKH3pxILWKO8jT3eUwQYzUSPhMS1daEtoo-RfWybOEBDugerzmZdaqaQThy4bkuWqYHIlzu-qASqCgnAlqIS6VqUiPPJ06oeaQihbEKgmLxNWTavE7XBeorbCZ6sZApzC4dfLG2Y/s400/Memphis+-+Billy+Bass+Wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679469681498184482" /></a><br /><br />After our ramblings on Beale Street, we headed to The Flying Fish, home of all wayward Billy Bass castaways. Saturday then became Fry-Day. Fried catfish, hushpuppies, okra, shrimp, oysters...am I forgetting anything? Oh, I also had a few oysters on the half, so we could truly say we had six of one and half dozen of the other. Really. We sat at the window seats looking out on to the street and had ourselves a feast. All was very well cooked. Not too sleazy greazy and just what we'd been looking for. Awesome!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcNOd1DvwxDkudEOhPI0V3tAqVOvo72g85zKgk1FjJFORyFMUf2n0f0PS2lsnh9f_y2R6Uhf1G7SF74SookyhlBr8vdsSxo567gMd51NXMJzzh11-uEByAlGsR0lX9oOxWrn4BaxBEPY/s1600/Memphis+-+Fried+Feast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcNOd1DvwxDkudEOhPI0V3tAqVOvo72g85zKgk1FjJFORyFMUf2n0f0PS2lsnh9f_y2R6Uhf1G7SF74SookyhlBr8vdsSxo567gMd51NXMJzzh11-uEByAlGsR0lX9oOxWrn4BaxBEPY/s400/Memphis+-+Fried+Feast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679469336498059314" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBcE86eUbbPVDv0LfKEX2FJ_XxKjSHcjHz8TsIutSqPp4BAtk00LLuz8WGSSP3srtuhk37b3jsN_52GgkleeomZ6qh_8htEAX6T_oN79qPjLpSHB1z9ZovC6AYSWmSNSjIVHtFXirRS0/s1600/Memphis+-+Oysters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBcE86eUbbPVDv0LfKEX2FJ_XxKjSHcjHz8TsIutSqPp4BAtk00LLuz8WGSSP3srtuhk37b3jsN_52GgkleeomZ6qh_8htEAX6T_oN79qPjLpSHB1z9ZovC6AYSWmSNSjIVHtFXirRS0/s400/Memphis+-+Oysters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679470030748271842" /></a><br />After the feast, we rambled back to the hotel and deposited our shopping treasures, then went back to our Bardog family for some happy hours before our next exploratory venture. Late afternoon we walked north on the Main Street trolley line. Oddly, we never hopped on the trolley, it always seemed to be going the other way. It was fine with us to walk and take in the city sights in such a fine fall climate. We ventured into the Pinch District, which is known for being an art center of the town. Viewing sculpture, galleries and performing arts venues along the way. We made a visit to Westy's for some refreshment and bantering over where to go for dinner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3wqSPoY83Cwes6mZlscxggyV9M0N0tPbbrvFNOxYqK_XxbXTHSPUT1T-ceVq1J4hYlwo7a55v34FJ7ZGtr0iEJ7Dt2AO3ohMo59YuQbIlpJzNIRx_UfX9xh8CJ052m_Rk90ktBmomUM/s1600/Memphis+-+Frog+Pond.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3wqSPoY83Cwes6mZlscxggyV9M0N0tPbbrvFNOxYqK_XxbXTHSPUT1T-ceVq1J4hYlwo7a55v34FJ7ZGtr0iEJ7Dt2AO3ohMo59YuQbIlpJzNIRx_UfX9xh8CJ052m_Rk90ktBmomUM/s400/Memphis+-+Frog+Pond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675387354782006466" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSO7-XPBBGhsQHC59wswUKAQmAw7npAZYxSUvJ4BiV0M3KsQ2G2dUds0j3zTDmNGS1uH2qDf-N-msDmbls5dK5UWvI7p-loT_ilICnm19oJJs8MI3JbmpfirYUX0GsErkNYhdpYop4fc/s1600/Memphis+-+Sculpture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSO7-XPBBGhsQHC59wswUKAQmAw7npAZYxSUvJ4BiV0M3KsQ2G2dUds0j3zTDmNGS1uH2qDf-N-msDmbls5dK5UWvI7p-loT_ilICnm19oJJs8MI3JbmpfirYUX0GsErkNYhdpYop4fc/s400/Memphis+-+Sculpture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679470480044185938" /></a><br /><br /> We strolled back to our room for a bit of college football news and went over our lists of suggested places. We finally opted to go for Gus Fried Chicken, another place to walk to in the cool of the evening. Oh, man, you wouldn't believe the fried chicken! It was a modest and unassuming joint, but filled with folks who obviously enjoyed the fried chicken. Of course we got that with sides of fried green tomatoes and friend dill pickles. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRO7kWBmF0lRmwXYdbfF9Um6ZH-A3U3quZjp8UNob5Lr8Sdt9qkuVqNEDGfDLw6W4grNDpexMH3jYVv49PThe0lJrySo0eAMAx1PoCRxiD3V1jq3lP6BR3vzHaKsJkfIQuCxffNG1JTI/s1600/Memphis+-+Fried+Chicken.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRO7kWBmF0lRmwXYdbfF9Um6ZH-A3U3quZjp8UNob5Lr8Sdt9qkuVqNEDGfDLw6W4grNDpexMH3jYVv49PThe0lJrySo0eAMAx1PoCRxiD3V1jq3lP6BR3vzHaKsJkfIQuCxffNG1JTI/s400/Memphis+-+Fried+Chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679470827733295154" /></a><br /><br />All of this to complete our 'Fry Day'. Then in search of the 'tums'! Oh, what a day!Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-65944621120687001452011-10-26T10:02:00.000-07:002011-10-29T07:40:23.864-07:00Memphis sights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiP46CPozk1mR4XAoMBnUaoN7BODMsGS97ldd-eMQZ-jLu72snqhk58q_if2zzBxpaqsd3NKSstZmt7v_s7mSI4cq29qwdyE9W7i0lsM-nw9mLNXHFw5DUgYOGUEaRvPRRxvfW7-jZ28E/s1600/Memphis+-+New+Daisy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiP46CPozk1mR4XAoMBnUaoN7BODMsGS97ldd-eMQZ-jLu72snqhk58q_if2zzBxpaqsd3NKSstZmt7v_s7mSI4cq29qwdyE9W7i0lsM-nw9mLNXHFw5DUgYOGUEaRvPRRxvfW7-jZ28E/s400/Memphis+-+New+Daisy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668921367623633986" /></a><br /><br />It was a very romantic weekend in the way that you fall in love with a place and its inhabitants from the present tense to its past. In such a beautiful and inviting season, the sun, the attitude, the vibe that came from strolling along streets that have seen decades of history in music and trade. The city which felt Southern in nature, but larger than I had imagined and livelier and friendlier than I'd dreamed. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj6KVyyebJtIhz4iqM0mGplfbxRlYEKkYSP4v2Dp1UzzFd7F8f4HnKadJrO5xT5c3MKr4Awz61c-010uZ9oG0VuqsctPptjQUTR-GKZD0oBG_4CL7ihYmAI8tvlLwdwE22SbaBGy0QnM/s1600/Memphis+-+BizJournal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj6KVyyebJtIhz4iqM0mGplfbxRlYEKkYSP4v2Dp1UzzFd7F8f4HnKadJrO5xT5c3MKr4Awz61c-010uZ9oG0VuqsctPptjQUTR-GKZD0oBG_4CL7ihYmAI8tvlLwdwE22SbaBGy0QnM/s400/Memphis+-+BizJournal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668922334210632786" /></a><br /><br /><br />Historical architecture towered above in color and texture and dimension as much as the people walking the streets. Music exuded from the crevices, around corners, rolling out into the streets with a spirit that could catch you up and wrap itself around you and squeeze you until you smiled. Music was in the air. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6azJR6VH0jIA-1uxNwQNvwAEhMfobl1umAtFSKFu5gYImf5BYqp-Ze5BzmtGT3iF4_BmhK7zIE41LpFS4uBymwgB8lpwyNBOzMb1v9o8_NvxRdS33X3_5EsKNht-YUIzmSkSHGxoWuY/s1600/Memphis+-+JLHooker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6azJR6VH0jIA-1uxNwQNvwAEhMfobl1umAtFSKFu5gYImf5BYqp-Ze5BzmtGT3iF4_BmhK7zIE41LpFS4uBymwgB8lpwyNBOzMb1v9o8_NvxRdS33X3_5EsKNht-YUIzmSkSHGxoWuY/s400/Memphis+-+JLHooker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668922601154212226" /></a><br /><br />Shopping at Lansky's clothier at the Peabody. Watching the ducks paddle in the fountain, then on to souvenir shops of postcards and tourist bling on Beale Street with some actual well-defined folk-art mixed in. People gazing and PBRs at the Rum Boogie Cafe and a sparky bartender named Sindy from England. A gathering of artists and musicians filled the park off of Beale Street. It was a lively and happy mix of colors and creations and jumping and joyful sounds. What a day and what a place to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSJ8jhLlsXwpKunuHo3r08B6b82tmOr5j9KpnLmkgOQ52G9UB-q3o7DmuAvYVvXstRQAm8AsZL-klF-ryf1gJS3SayX-sENdOPNbCGay50SvlnWUENG6AlwNa8Lw0JXlhLMcEOPLmoGg/s1600/Memphis+-+Shoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSJ8jhLlsXwpKunuHo3r08B6b82tmOr5j9KpnLmkgOQ52G9UB-q3o7DmuAvYVvXstRQAm8AsZL-klF-ryf1gJS3SayX-sENdOPNbCGay50SvlnWUENG6AlwNa8Lw0JXlhLMcEOPLmoGg/s400/Memphis+-+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668921784730710162" /></a>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-25569861457977011422011-10-26T09:35:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:38:28.957-07:00Come fly with me, come fly come fly away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeWxP_MlolCuTDiQ0yP4VTOQSauhUaANDjspTJoyHdq_XLhb5ndvUN6Efhg2AVpT3WxGELqfMF4IqPmyAQJ4E8zI_pHPeEdcrVU7xqmyd3V8CsP5PRmTODTwvUebpW1ilhDthqCL-JcU/s1600/Memphis+-+Airport.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeWxP_MlolCuTDiQ0yP4VTOQSauhUaANDjspTJoyHdq_XLhb5ndvUN6Efhg2AVpT3WxGELqfMF4IqPmyAQJ4E8zI_pHPeEdcrVU7xqmyd3V8CsP5PRmTODTwvUebpW1ilhDthqCL-JcU/s400/Memphis+-+Airport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667913160908958274" /></a><br /><br />Up Up and Away...my man and I had a fantastic getaway thanks to some very special friends and family. A quick drive to Charlotte to catch a straight flight to Blues City. While strolling through the airport, I stopped in the newsstand to pick out my in flight reading 'zine. I heard Vic over my shoulder while I was still perusing my choices, "This is it, Vanity Fair, Johnny Depp is on the cover. You know you want it." nuf said.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPghreBQp1mv4cDlcH_CUWiqhlOpTgZ5D-5FrTNA1vUWRvTfHS9KjYINN4HeN7QbJ6ddQxrE9H_P2UFFwumRai_nCAR66G8aTaJpfFRZtveXgCZwfMgWeQE-vBuCt_M0lp_BZUtS9JYU/s1600/Memphis+-+Red+Trolley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPghreBQp1mv4cDlcH_CUWiqhlOpTgZ5D-5FrTNA1vUWRvTfHS9KjYINN4HeN7QbJ6ddQxrE9H_P2UFFwumRai_nCAR66G8aTaJpfFRZtveXgCZwfMgWeQE-vBuCt_M0lp_BZUtS9JYU/s400/Memphis+-+Red+Trolley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667913573710659954" /></a><br /><br />We arrived on the sunny banks of the Mississippi around 4 pm, checked in to our cozy room and deposited our belongings. Then we ventured out to see the neighborhood. The lobby doors opened directly out to the trolley line and a park across the way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl8-iQ6bpifFuNWdHkopEvPD3gRWo8XQYuHNLcHcDLVxYNl0ZEL8TAMlyHGNuw5MbpS0YTk5vd1K2NId8QIiiTp0ytl9DmQef11797MnjUWTtRQIbxgRXfcXr6Tf0V89BLBudACTFlKo/s1600/Memphis+-+Bardog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl8-iQ6bpifFuNWdHkopEvPD3gRWo8XQYuHNLcHcDLVxYNl0ZEL8TAMlyHGNuw5MbpS0YTk5vd1K2NId8QIiiTp0ytl9DmQef11797MnjUWTtRQIbxgRXfcXr6Tf0V89BLBudACTFlKo/s400/Memphis+-+Bardog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667914097114651730" /></a><br /><br />As we strolled down a couple of blocks, I looked around the corner to see a neon sign that said 'Bardog'. It was calling our names. We ventured in and discovered our first 'neighborhood' bar and doorway to meeting some really fun people. Not to mention their bar food was excellent. No sooner had we settled in, than three fine gentlemen from Scotland came along and we instantly became friends.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kkS5rGfk0cKguVQpTranD7-S721vMNrPWn93ZwGTGk6xYDlfL55KDcHVOCZ7Bb37Pk78QieWcoGafuETAL9KECvKeZnb5vLSfHpg8DTzWTevs6IoBUItjdARqFu0kRJ8h7opGjLNesY/s1600/Memphis+-+StonesScots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kkS5rGfk0cKguVQpTranD7-S721vMNrPWn93ZwGTGk6xYDlfL55KDcHVOCZ7Bb37Pk78QieWcoGafuETAL9KECvKeZnb5vLSfHpg8DTzWTevs6IoBUItjdARqFu0kRJ8h7opGjLNesY/s400/Memphis+-+StonesScots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667914889697105986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPmcimur7MRwLaSCSacjxBLWrjrl0L8wRhrI99jcnMKdJRFW-1-ES0skEpuYDTgQiTQh1cWZOyTXRQRdkfDDjzeTwWC8LntONyD4pM8Qy-eFm8FZswNJ9WeIlWCPi3XtD92daJh8kJ_g/s1600/Memphis+-+StonesPop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPmcimur7MRwLaSCSacjxBLWrjrl0L8wRhrI99jcnMKdJRFW-1-ES0skEpuYDTgQiTQh1cWZOyTXRQRdkfDDjzeTwWC8LntONyD4pM8Qy-eFm8FZswNJ9WeIlWCPi3XtD92daJh8kJ_g/s400/Memphis+-+StonesPop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667915148369044930" /></a><br /><br />After a jolly old time with them, we had a short rest and went in search of our first Barbecue feast. Our choice of the evening was Charlie Vergo's Rendezvous. The Best dry rub ribs you can fathom, spicy beans and slaw and a pitcher of Michelob. Geez Louise!<br /><br />We took an after dinner stroll to Beale Street but didn't venture in to the depths of neon profusion and blaring blues. Maybe another night. A nightcap back at the Bardog and rest for day 2.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4li-EUerKMyiFn-wLDHEfjb9xWaY3Us8SMFtCBdEfpyNkbjpsd3IjJr5in2WJyirGRs9EYoxGcX3MNBfiiWrURcag3Lt1RGKylo31dyGoT1jMB67SSnWWGJKmTyBgs0Yvu9Vx8_YIwk/s1600/Memphis+-+Lavender+Trolley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4li-EUerKMyiFn-wLDHEfjb9xWaY3Us8SMFtCBdEfpyNkbjpsd3IjJr5in2WJyirGRs9EYoxGcX3MNBfiiWrURcag3Lt1RGKylo31dyGoT1jMB67SSnWWGJKmTyBgs0Yvu9Vx8_YIwk/s400/Memphis+-+Lavender+Trolley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667915459335926770" /></a>Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-33115526260378345812011-09-07T08:48:00.000-07:002011-09-07T17:03:11.137-07:00At my Brother's House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44EYifFKzMVXK-5mGifwmQxExwgRn3ZJ19IoXNxX6qWv21hZU4wn_8vZOlmzWErRpfcqvIDX2Ij9UIeNMD0Klxkhn5ZNeUjyvm8aSu7m8pZAX3-rntnPjCVy48fbV2RLWRyF3gAZ_yQE/s1600/Thomas+-+Brother%2527s+Shed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44EYifFKzMVXK-5mGifwmQxExwgRn3ZJ19IoXNxX6qWv21hZU4wn_8vZOlmzWErRpfcqvIDX2Ij9UIeNMD0Klxkhn5ZNeUjyvm8aSu7m8pZAX3-rntnPjCVy48fbV2RLWRyF3gAZ_yQE/s400/Thomas+-+Brother%2527s+Shed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649771838208900946" /></a><br /><br />Brother's shed<br /><br />As August blazed to an end, the family gathered at brother's house for the second anniversary of the birth of our little man, Charlie. It was a sultry summer afternoon on the side porch of the cavernous yet comfy garage filled with artifacts from various and sundry times and collections. Burgers and beans and birthday cake. An audience of a dozen watching the maestro in action, the toddler of two, the center of our universe for this day. We wondered over how our only one missing, Sarah, was faring in her new cozy nest in the borough of Brooklyn, the eye of Irene hovering over, having already wreaked havoc on so many.<br /><br />The calendar page turns and the days of September bring gentle relief to the long hot summer we've endured. Tropical storms, turbulent up the seaboard, lives and homes upturned, Irene roared all the way to the uplands of Northern New England, relentless to reside over the oceanic waters and ripping apart riverside towns that had no idea what was coming. Even my best loved ones in Vermont had bridges torn apart and repairs to attend to in the aftermath.<br /><br />A welcomed holiday weekend and gathering with good friends for a pleasant day on the waters of Jocassee. Picnic lunch, balmy breezes, chit-chat and cool dips in the lake, it was so much fun to get away for a day. Dinner and a movie with family, New Orleans style, Jambalaya. Painting projects and chores to complete some of my to-do lists, but never all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtLGSeNw0CWRDpXhKdyYOYKhIQe084pDWN5uMy-PvVH9GE_HybBa84-qudck2XGTZYjApGx4lPjjDeF8CF8pJDTGAI4gtPb_oQ-fUyXcMVNlunKAkPAacAtamotG-AVuhq9HWdhLLN7k/s1600/Thomas+-+Charlie+GTO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtLGSeNw0CWRDpXhKdyYOYKhIQe084pDWN5uMy-PvVH9GE_HybBa84-qudck2XGTZYjApGx4lPjjDeF8CF8pJDTGAI4gtPb_oQ-fUyXcMVNlunKAkPAacAtamotG-AVuhq9HWdhLLN7k/s400/Thomas+-+Charlie+GTO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649772054225056930" /></a><br /><br />Little GTO<br /><br />Photos by Thomas HammondClaude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-73585440105057722202011-07-21T13:01:00.000-07:002011-09-01T10:50:18.519-07:00feasting'As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.'
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<br />A feast of nature and the sea is one of the most cleansing and enlivening of epicurean delight, as it usually is a true hands-on experience, removing the shells, or even gathering from the sea. I vividly remember going clam digging as a small child in the Albemarle Sound on the Outer Banks. Wading into the water and scooping up sand laden with clamshells. It was a sport like none other I had experienced at that early age. When we brought them back to the house and my cousin prepared them, they were far too strange and exotic for my limited palate of those days. I was more intoxicated having had the salt water lapping over my knees and elbows and pluff sand underneath my fingernails, the sun blazing on my towhead and bronzing my face and limbs.
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Summer afternoon.<br />The two most beautiful words in the English language.<br />- Henry JamesClaude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-15683148883578002712011-06-21T16:42:00.000-07:002011-06-28T03:08:55.740-07:00ladies of the lake, part deux<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNv04qEzVnupGUYrOBLjnEIGcnQPCtvhgjld2id1Wj_lLuxKJCK1eDrGdyoNTKUyx-iJ-xKXk2tr-v-1bF87c4IQzZkjti4GDo4zKZoNYj3Xi5BUOlQzQAi2h_JLBjSxr1coU2-Of8zs/s1600/Camping03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNv04qEzVnupGUYrOBLjnEIGcnQPCtvhgjld2id1Wj_lLuxKJCK1eDrGdyoNTKUyx-iJ-xKXk2tr-v-1bF87c4IQzZkjti4GDo4zKZoNYj3Xi5BUOlQzQAi2h_JLBjSxr1coU2-Of8zs/s400/Camping03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623209593328516418" /></a><br /><br />cool, calm evening. waterfront<br />waves lap over rocks<br />motorboats hum and whir and stir up more waves lapping over rocks<br />standing surfers skim across the watery surface<br />tall and tan<br />with arms that ripple in muscular sculpture<br />adonis creatures parade before us<br />relaxing, unwinding<br />expelling all thoughts that entangle<br /><br />pan-seared tuna steaks, ravioli stuffed with arugula and parmesan<br />sauteed in fresh sage, parsley, basil, sea salt and olive oil<br />black olives and grape tomatoes on the side<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCQyvz4kMYa6k2v5DYJ8j-ZF_hVnl9WV1uRHvcNH9i0CWmzseOgRLByIkF49aAcLXl1RWU3MypFSMxfaJcCsfwG4C5EAiYAknyyjkBclFDJ9Xzl0-voAZa12D-AblcOdgRQ2sJqwhT6A/s1600/Camping02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCQyvz4kMYa6k2v5DYJ8j-ZF_hVnl9WV1uRHvcNH9i0CWmzseOgRLByIkF49aAcLXl1RWU3MypFSMxfaJcCsfwG4C5EAiYAknyyjkBclFDJ9Xzl0-voAZa12D-AblcOdgRQ2sJqwhT6A/s400/Camping02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623208834370180642" /></a><br />why is this lady smiling?<br /><br />early morning red stripe sunglow over the horizon of the lake<br />cool breeze morning air<br />coffee from the italian pot<br />red razberries, pancakes, maple syrup<br />Yum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfT_OU-7fOVFL_OhozwTppbc-xzeMJOtpgMf9CWXwWwWGO_knhHfBfU_g9KV596yzPyM7Ftc0lTA68OqbWOA8iBD2WhD_cxdHnH4uwvvcsh29Q83It8moziJXQ9Uw-oXioCt2iV-R9uyY/s1600/Camping01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfT_OU-7fOVFL_OhozwTppbc-xzeMJOtpgMf9CWXwWwWGO_knhHfBfU_g9KV596yzPyM7Ftc0lTA68OqbWOA8iBD2WhD_cxdHnH4uwvvcsh29Q83It8moziJXQ9Uw-oXioCt2iV-R9uyY/s400/Camping01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623209360254410498" /></a><br /><br />meandering through the day<br />take a dip, sunshine slips behind the clouds, paddle upstream<br />cool breeze, hanging on the shoreline<br />boat watching, talking, writing, creating, collaborating, contemplating<br /><br />day three..sunshine, pack up..pack out<br />swim, float<br />roll on down the road<br />up the mountain, past the head of caesar<br />brevard, hendersonville<br />west first pizza<br />Yum!<br /><br />stormy weather, whipping wind<br />lights out<br />Bat Cave, scarecrow ladies stand still along the balustrade<br />arrive<br />Geneva Hotel<br />lights out<br />power off<br />tiki bar juking<br />river flows<br />bikers paradiseClaude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-61861944409996803872011-06-09T06:00:00.000-07:002011-06-09T07:09:26.590-07:00rites of spring...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick3qhsdc6gZyJWbPTWTzQPXIuV2Zsu_JLQlAKAc7uPjI1rALRsaqsQqKuAVdU4ExuLxs83xDg7nCKi-HjGYTJICv3m1o3MWvvXwhE4KnVt25SIvL3CFrG7YcT7e5j2jjfWNFFvVhOjCc/s1600/China+Sue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick3qhsdc6gZyJWbPTWTzQPXIuV2Zsu_JLQlAKAc7uPjI1rALRsaqsQqKuAVdU4ExuLxs83xDg7nCKi-HjGYTJICv3m1o3MWvvXwhE4KnVt25SIvL3CFrG7YcT7e5j2jjfWNFFvVhOjCc/s400/China+Sue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616221840077963954" /></a><br />confirmations, graduations, transitions...<br /><br />I am returning from an intermission of numerous changes. The measure of time that it has spanned is uncountable at this point,to determine where it all began. So much has changed.<br /><br />Wrapping up an epoch of studying, searching, trial and error and bouncing back from grossly humbling circumstance. New connections, beginnings and inspirations have given new light to a dark season.<br /><br />I am packing my gear for the annual 'Ladies of the Lake' camping excursion. I am bound for waterfront relaxation and the company of a dear friend. Plein air art, campfire chat, floating and sunning. Vistas of misty blue mountains, the full moon will be shining down and we will be ensconced in twilight. Summer will move in around us, as if we haven't already had enough heat frustration. We will have the icy cold waters to chill and exhilarate us. I am ready to unload the weight of confusion and break out into a fete of exuberance.<br /><br />While there are still mountains to conquer and holes to dig out of, I am, piece by piece pitching away the nagging elements that have weighed me down. Small steps back to a normal existence are hard to take patiently. I want to go running to faraway places and exploring paths that I never knew existed.<br /><br />It is with much contemplation and scrutiny that I have envisioned my path. It is in revelation that my visions are taking shape day by day. However, still my impatience quells my contentment.<br /><br />I continue to search each day for enlightenment and comfort. I am fortunate to be spending my days with an inspiring group of people. I have so much more to learn and I am lapping it up like creme brulee.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-91990343979452634792011-04-01T12:40:00.001-07:002011-04-01T12:45:59.487-07:00March Madness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6Fk4I7wqxfstDeOm2YedN9vwqlSHcfB9Qvh8qgbRJWUCai9QEWSM-mqbJXckgROmIjTPKZ6bMDAjMOWRh6mzfvG-zmWXdsQjaZGrHGnOoc47oWMxgAQDPGBgaNuJdCeW_ysO93440o/s1600/march_redblooms.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6Fk4I7wqxfstDeOm2YedN9vwqlSHcfB9Qvh8qgbRJWUCai9QEWSM-mqbJXckgROmIjTPKZ6bMDAjMOWRh6mzfvG-zmWXdsQjaZGrHGnOoc47oWMxgAQDPGBgaNuJdCeW_ysO93440o/s400/march_redblooms.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590702766398544610" /></a><br /><br />Hoop de doo<br /><br />no mo sno<br /><br />open windows<br /><br />blustery days<br /><br />greening up...seedlings pOp<br /><br />edibles inch up<br /><br />fresh herbs are back to savor the pot<br /><br />wisteria wists<br /><br />wistful days<br /><br />lakeside walks, dockside reading<br /><br />bask<br />in the resurgence<br /><br />fresh start <br /><br />AnewClaude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-83684700214359647472011-03-03T10:48:00.000-08:002011-03-08T06:14:46.179-08:00Like a lion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY81gL7wvQfGGsaDOp_ugky0rR5Z16dnjNyOlcjde9Bt_3WSjMiTXtk-ZLVRS3FdyQ1ILsng8rX7QkzxW1iEZD_q8RHF5HgI6KtpmInZwcnfe-DF2fNMxIICXQvsq4PhbuVtUK_-VJrdA/s1600/march_daffs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY81gL7wvQfGGsaDOp_ugky0rR5Z16dnjNyOlcjde9Bt_3WSjMiTXtk-ZLVRS3FdyQ1ILsng8rX7QkzxW1iEZD_q8RHF5HgI6KtpmInZwcnfe-DF2fNMxIICXQvsq4PhbuVtUK_-VJrdA/s400/march_daffs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581688824561227634" /></a><br /><br />March roars in.<br /><br />Pardon my absence of mind, thought, liturgy, rambling...<br />My favorite quote these days is that I've got so many irons in the fire, I've got blisters on my fingers.<br /><br />That's a good thing, I guess. Bakeshop trainee, medical office studies, a sassy haircut, appointments stacked up and backed up. <br /><br />I find myself entranced by color, combing through swatches, testing surfaces, making progress on some furniture painting projects. Always looking for inspiration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VT-qqZJxKUrDB-XMXAwVeA_bp-xNzjAAT98Icr37MvifSFdSCbfmgYJlOwlm-MQrHVY_wUctLpy5JVwVQ8UaUPVULp9R9pseWxrSuB0s9O-V7tIWrlMHztiaf4W88QvNkZaVk01B7kQ/s1600/march_Bluechair.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VT-qqZJxKUrDB-XMXAwVeA_bp-xNzjAAT98Icr37MvifSFdSCbfmgYJlOwlm-MQrHVY_wUctLpy5JVwVQ8UaUPVULp9R9pseWxrSuB0s9O-V7tIWrlMHztiaf4W88QvNkZaVk01B7kQ/s400/march_Bluechair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581687864419168210" /></a><br /><br />Rummaging for collectables and still dusting off and polishing attic finds.<br /><br />Candlelight reflections warm the twilight evening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaO8BpzydurcdbPW66GwxXgy0r5q592hQKAet3ZxyvvOM-SG-7HRQc3CSvPDcSAItcGnBuuk3aK1NXxrkBlqA8HwoFtCO1-1UX7wDk_rzK0DrptJ_w3T7sd3TpGEOqCk7fjVWSQnCvEM/s1600/march_candle.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaO8BpzydurcdbPW66GwxXgy0r5q592hQKAet3ZxyvvOM-SG-7HRQc3CSvPDcSAItcGnBuuk3aK1NXxrkBlqA8HwoFtCO1-1UX7wDk_rzK0DrptJ_w3T7sd3TpGEOqCk7fjVWSQnCvEM/s400/march_candle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581688423041601618" /></a><br />The antique candlelit mirror was Claude's shaving mirror which hung on the back porch in the days when he lived here.<br /><br />Jonquil yellow breaks the neutral background in the back yard of bare tree trunks and fallen leaves. Soon a haze of leaflet buds in reds and greens will mist the treetops and hedgerows and in one day they will all POP out. Spring will be sprung. We are lucky to have had a few choice and pleasant midwinter days on the porch.<br /><br />Happily, growing season is just around the corner.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-24225880101942964492011-02-18T05:15:00.000-08:002011-02-18T05:19:13.957-08:00Clara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50pfYWQQ6GuboMr9RAGFPf0YpurBtG-p6BqXwIX8i87O3YCVVlNDMN3T_UReSio-9ixYmmKPu7_bPYcrMDFfSn8_2eEUxIvud21NmplzI_pWNGXh106NOLA9Fol9v7rD8RhexSN56xyM/s1600/Clara_DuoTone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50pfYWQQ6GuboMr9RAGFPf0YpurBtG-p6BqXwIX8i87O3YCVVlNDMN3T_UReSio-9ixYmmKPu7_bPYcrMDFfSn8_2eEUxIvud21NmplzI_pWNGXh106NOLA9Fol9v7rD8RhexSN56xyM/s400/Clara_DuoTone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575018298991951218" /></a><br />Happy Birthday Clara!Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-43895517217658324322011-02-14T11:31:00.000-08:002011-03-06T08:51:28.892-08:00Tom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwvp5sD2D7FOnj4WQ_3OfuhJJil5UDGtfv39e9YdQVZO4ht1-MYeB3WvYy47hnmnqt3hA4tFxBvAbN5xU0kPuHYpPtcdQnJQd8I45PAfQ8Ptr24bY7LCn5vq1cdFb2mux1dGzvr_IbF8/s1600/Tom_Hammond.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwvp5sD2D7FOnj4WQ_3OfuhJJil5UDGtfv39e9YdQVZO4ht1-MYeB3WvYy47hnmnqt3hA4tFxBvAbN5xU0kPuHYpPtcdQnJQd8I45PAfQ8Ptr24bY7LCn5vq1cdFb2mux1dGzvr_IbF8/s400/Tom_Hammond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581010269354267266" /></a><br />I find it hard to believe that it's been seven years since his departure.<br /><br />Cycles turn, time passes. Still combing through drawers and boxes, folders and files, often special collections are found. This latest time capsule may have been filed away circa 1982.Photos of him, Matt the toddler, me and Matt, baby Sarah, airplanes, a waterfall, a hot air balloon, a fiddler friend. A page of music, a hymn, a photo of a special project, an envelope addressed 'Papa Hammond', most likely Matt's first handwriting.<br /><br />Some days I work in his workshop making creations from things he left behind. Sometimes he helps me to find things that are lost, sends me angelic messages, watches over me - my guardian.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-54267214232354690292011-01-28T16:39:00.000-08:002011-07-14T12:55:44.764-07:00Winter RamblingsOn the heels of a snowy and wintry birthday week and on a recent and rare trip into the city, I took a little time to stop in to one of my favorite "junkin" places. 'Shinola' is a den of eccentricity located in a terra cotta brick and mortar strip of storefronts that sat empty until a few short years ago, when a gentleman named Ben dispersed his collection to fill up and spill out into the side yard and parking lot. It is a rambling myriad of thousands of square feet of antiquity.<br /><br />Lamps, chandeliers, paintings, armoires, statuary, chairs, chairs and more chairs - stacked upside down and every which way; Folk Art, Oriental Art, African Art, chests of drawers, glassware, a long stretch modern vibrant BLUE sofa illuminated by sunlight from the open bay door in the back warehouse, one live honking goose in the garden of well-worn yard art and paraphernalia.<br /><br />Cupboards, tables, relics, tchotchkes, piled high to the sky and hanging from the rafters. One could spend many hours, yet days perusing the treasures here. Mannequins, tops, bottoms, full body, cardboard celebrity cut-outs, just lifelike enough to make you jump when you turn a corner and come face to face. Rooms that only your toe can enter in to.<br /><br />I did not take photos, but surely you get the picture. Where some might see chaos, I see a culmination of many great collections gathered up by someone who sees a vision of passage where artifacts transcend their owners and become dispersed into others' collections.<br /><br />Somehow, I relate to it so well. I liken my surroundings most often to a cross between "Pee Wee's Playhouse" and " Wilson's Five and Dime".<br /><br />'suzy's shinola'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-p_jnjIVs02ByIKYkJExHE0JB5N7YjNZPRlw148IKk1tpqlhHktG8Wxk1W99CnnOAcI44Mk_OZr9IOqMrBy_oM4HNgHJejRn3atOaH5TfrU0HDqfjU30OgkVJoaZj7acj7fQbageyVQ/s1600/Horde02.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570964484993545474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-p_jnjIVs02ByIKYkJExHE0JB5N7YjNZPRlw148IKk1tpqlhHktG8Wxk1W99CnnOAcI44Mk_OZr9IOqMrBy_oM4HNgHJejRn3atOaH5TfrU0HDqfjU30OgkVJoaZj7acj7fQbageyVQ/s400/Horde02.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdGbv-6kfoAvqHayYWeqNu0PV222pgzDtnEWTQf48UhudLzwluQnOhB5b4-2VsoE51W4bHMLeuikxOpy-grXXYlBCMc2aq90H2GIFTtFdyZTZ7FvtNGfOjwkBSaP46iyYooNVwCwvcV4/s1600/Horde01.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570964145016542754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdGbv-6kfoAvqHayYWeqNu0PV222pgzDtnEWTQf48UhudLzwluQnOhB5b4-2VsoE51W4bHMLeuikxOpy-grXXYlBCMc2aq90H2GIFTtFdyZTZ7FvtNGfOjwkBSaP46iyYooNVwCwvcV4/s400/Horde01.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />off to market we go!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9GuCIjf86GsbWTtG8cZzGrZn1yOoRuyDc3xO32XUjghPBO0yuj8o8r6hDncZhXY5VaDVFCg_-B17tMsK1OVos_ylEfCTP8xB2ujQsPUMDPOg7AY0OZTo-vFUzkLvJx_Gk4D_ivRIim8/s1600/Horde04.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570964765974129282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9GuCIjf86GsbWTtG8cZzGrZn1yOoRuyDc3xO32XUjghPBO0yuj8o8r6hDncZhXY5VaDVFCg_-B17tMsK1OVos_ylEfCTP8xB2ujQsPUMDPOg7AY0OZTo-vFUzkLvJx_Gk4D_ivRIim8/s400/Horde04.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />------<br /><br />This adventure was followed by a wonderful lunch date of Poblanos and other spicy delights at Compadres with Sandy and Mary Beth. A Happy Happy Birthday Day.<br /><br />------<br /><br />Another day shortly after that adventure, I joined the 'Tybee Girls' for some retail therapy and lunch, once again in the city. I'm on a roll. We visited Mayme Baker's Studio of Interior Delights. Then ventured down to Main Street to the Christopher Park Gallery of whimsy and folk art creations. Lunch was at their cafe on the side, 'Rainer's' yum - homemade soups and beenie weenies - good, fresh food and surrounded by more whimsy and happy art.<br /><br />All of the visuals and interactions of this week made for great inspiration in the creative journal. Many things (ideas) are blossoming and SPRING is not far away, Thank Goodness!Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-52168276645693636292011-01-17T07:05:00.001-08:002011-07-14T12:56:27.018-07:00Visions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HhFXHLMXLjaHDXra2S7lg_n-LCUGbtnGVUOxOUpi35jm7hxi6fDSA8EFp8JAh2RD3-4fSWoj6wcLt0lJ8SOCWXzrapvsupSRAthwy8ltdXTCPVzbXys43vfR7nAdG7rxOgV-TVjtfHc/s1600/Snow_GazeBall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567244729222436050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HhFXHLMXLjaHDXra2S7lg_n-LCUGbtnGVUOxOUpi35jm7hxi6fDSA8EFp8JAh2RD3-4fSWoj6wcLt0lJ8SOCWXzrapvsupSRAthwy8ltdXTCPVzbXys43vfR7nAdG7rxOgV-TVjtfHc/s400/Snow_GazeBall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Reflections of a winter's day.Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327862557231841900.post-53422379633477230142011-01-06T06:36:00.000-08:002011-01-06T06:59:51.936-08:00EpiphanyToday I look ahead into a new year, into an always uncertain future.<br />I treasure the gifts I have been given in this life. I remember the special ones who have given me more than things, but memories and recollections of times full of great fervor. Visions of places I wouldn't have seen otherwise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5iCQB0AGvrESXUMqnT_vedK69pIXa4YcY5jpGeXbRJx5l9A9vcujyAxvLDGYN7w9z0ySA4DpVaGlqumheJlzK21h8Ns_eGe1q5mdqlx8X59FD0ROm3sPo2zYsxKRzs6CFx_ZoGOp8fc/s1600/Solitary+Larry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5iCQB0AGvrESXUMqnT_vedK69pIXa4YcY5jpGeXbRJx5l9A9vcujyAxvLDGYN7w9z0ySA4DpVaGlqumheJlzK21h8Ns_eGe1q5mdqlx8X59FD0ROm3sPo2zYsxKRzs6CFx_ZoGOp8fc/s400/Solitary+Larry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559086050018829154" /></a><br /><br />Here stands Larry looking out over the great Atlantic near one of the places I believe was closest to his heart, Gloucester, Massachusetts, Rocky Neck. Larry probably visits this spot regularly now from his place above that he recently left us to go to.<br /><br />He was my long time friend, my mentor, my teacher, my co-worker, a father, a grandfather and a divine artist. He dedicated his life to capturing amazing images of the wintry landscapes of Northern New England, the rolling hillsides of Italy, and the rocky shores of the New England shores. He taught me many things about painting and how to look at the world around us. My walls are scattered with his creations. I've missed seeing him for a number of years, but we still delighted in calling each other on occasion. Now I miss him even more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaY_v1D8d7N-LUABzDmdt3KTTxl4wp2kOjdUWltQhWEWOGcF1lymJwSPXpvxRhiB73Fx5s4w4EQYwkcHnKMS0MotypXOi4hzE9P2C45XvrmWxdx4N3uLiAqomXWQebuPhVu5ufS3mBds/s1600/Hill+Farm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaY_v1D8d7N-LUABzDmdt3KTTxl4wp2kOjdUWltQhWEWOGcF1lymJwSPXpvxRhiB73Fx5s4w4EQYwkcHnKMS0MotypXOi4hzE9P2C45XvrmWxdx4N3uLiAqomXWQebuPhVu5ufS3mBds/s400/Hill+Farm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559085860367954802" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYqLXOBIvkwiWN9c_kMKKVJJl0laMMOSzvzOAJ7_Zmga9qLoSsn610DOH8mxfoVoOJgL_vOIi2gXpW7VkyjQjgJHjDqSAVavJDmYjDxtGYTLzJ_mEMNJgVpl7bJrm9xfjZ3_zyndzhrA/s1600/Snow+Scene.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYqLXOBIvkwiWN9c_kMKKVJJl0laMMOSzvzOAJ7_Zmga9qLoSsn610DOH8mxfoVoOJgL_vOIi2gXpW7VkyjQjgJHjDqSAVavJDmYjDxtGYTLzJ_mEMNJgVpl7bJrm9xfjZ3_zyndzhrA/s400/Snow+Scene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559085631021523186" /></a><br /><br />paintings by Laurence W. Howard<br />July 14, 1931 - December 8, 2010Claude's Covehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07926615401743285766noreply@blogger.com0