Ready for some fun? Come join in this Saturday, May 7 for the East Main Street Art and Music festival in Arlington #EMAF2016! There will be multiple music stages, Art, Food and Fun!
I am proud to release this weekend the first three works of my series, Girls Rule! This art celebrates the beauty, grace, strength and power of our young ladies. If you are looking for something new and different, consider a print on metal. I will have several pieces on hand this weekend. If you haven't seen the difference, this is your opportunity to check it out.
Also, don't miss the opportunity to win a free 11x14 matted photo. There will be opportunities to enter at the festival, or you can enter by contacting me through my website.
Hope to see you!
Following the events in Paris, so many of us are conflicted. How challenged we are with acceptance of other ideologies, different lifestyles, and looking for the good in mankind, while there are those among us who want to eliminate all other viewpoints. Clinging to core values of acceptance, compassion, and love of mankind we find ourselves unsure how to approach humans who want death to all. Pray for all of us humans.
I just returned from a weekend in Oklahoma City. I have a special affection for Oklahoma having grown up there, and whenever I return I am always reminded how friendly people are. It isn’t just the matter of speaking to strangers or being quick with directions, rather there is genuine connection, an extended hand, and the feeling that you have just met a new friend. I found two such individuals at the Oklahoma City Public Market.
At one time the Public Market was the heart of Oklahoma City’s farmer’s exchange where people met on Saturdays to gather their produce for the week, visit the collectibles mall, and select flats of colorful flowers for their gardens. I recall one such Saturday many years ago when I visited the Public Market with my parents. We were on a mission to select the BEST watermelon in Oklahoma. The first step, select the proper seller. We visited each of the locally rented stalls, carefully inspecting the melon stems, comparing shades of green, discerning the appropriate ratio of weight and size, and of course, a lot of melon thumping. We selected a farmer with a cold locker where the melons were floating in ice water, and chose one that father said would have a large heart. For those of you who are not watermelon aficionados, this is a melon that has a large sweet center with few seeds. I never understood how he knew these things, obviously he had special powers.
On this visit to the Public Market I found fewer visitors and fewer sellers than my childhood memories recall, but I was glad to find a rejuvenation following decades of decline. There seemed to be a subtle stir of renewed possibilities. I found fresh paint, locally grown and prepared foods, and a rather robust selection of garden plants.
Inside the Earth2Urban market I met Meg, a pretty young lady with a warm smile and Cover Girl complexion. Meg has the clean wholesome look you would expect to find at a local growers market. On the counter beside her was a large bowl of green tomatoes. Meg offered suggestions as we considered the possibilities. I decided on an old favorite, the Cinnamon Apple Jelly, and to be experimental, a jar of pepper butter.
Across the street, Clay was laboring on the rooftop deck of a small but unique building. At one time the building provided power the local farmers, but in recent years it has sat vacant and forgotten. Clay is a young man with a vision, who dreams of turning this treasure into a restaurant and bar. When we approached he was making repairs to the neglected walls while carefully preserving the interesting architectural elements. Clay described the patio that is planned and smiled as she spoke of a view of the growing OKC skyline. He plans to open this September under the name of Power House. I cant wait for the opening.
One of my favorite places to visit was Chinatown and the ethnic neighborhoods of Manhattan. Located near the NY Municipal district, these neighborhoods, at the lower end of Manhattan celebrate the color, taste and culture of the American melting pot. Unlike the popular press of today that denies the differences and beauty of diverse cultures, this area displays them like the celebration of a Quinceanaera.
First stop, Chinatown. This was the busiest place I visited in NYC with the sidewalks filled to capacity, bounded by small shops of import good, tourist trinkets, tee shirts, drug paraphernalia, and food carts. I found a retro quilt patch sling bag decorated with a peace sign and the words NEW YORK stitched on the side for $25. I bargained for $10 and walked away with the bag.
We turned the corner to happen upon a block festival. I am not sure what they were celebrating, but it seemed to have a theme of promoting healthy living among the youth.
Turning the corner again we find ourselves approaching Little Italy. Less crowded, the streets were lined with family restaurants and carts of gelato.
In nearby Columbus Park we found Orientals enthralled in an unnamed game that seemed similar to checkers. No one would discuss it with us but the crowds watched and shouted advice as the two men made their carefully contemplated moves.
Throughout the park we enjoyed the busy chatter of old men on park benches, the music of street musicians and cheers from the soccer field.
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