what beauty goes unnoticed
I took my new camera out for a spin along the boardwalk trail on the southeastern part of the Hike and Bike trail. Recharged at the Radio Coffee and Beer for an altogether Austintatious Sunday morning.
This year’s East Austin Studio Tour was not as ambitious as last year’s tour. I’ve seen David Leonard‘s work at the Davis Gallery. Jennifer Balkan shows at the Wally Workman Gallery. Shown below are studio photos from this year’s short saunter. One side benefit was discovering Texas Coffee Traders on east 4th. The tour continues through Sunday, November 20th.
Art blooms on walls, in the river and in the streets of East Austin this Easter.
Perused several art complexes in East Austin: on Smith Road, Bolm Rd and Shady Ln then back to the Eastside Showroom for good food but alas, poor service. Off to the Davis Gallery for an opening, and the Saxon Pub to see a classic performance by Miss Lavelle White. Be forewarned, at the Saxon the headliner plays at 8:00 (WTF) so we missed seeing Malford Milligan. Live and learn, even a well-worn path holds surprises.
Seeing life as art finds beauty in odd places. I include a few random objects in the gallery below. Makes for fun sauntering.
Day of the Dead sauntering around Austin
A classic outing, beginning with breakfast at Sazon on South Lamar. Aside from the red bordello patterned wallpaper, the migas tacos were good and the coffee decent. After a walk at Ladybird Lake, where a rowing regatta took center stage, we headed to the Mexican American Cultural Center for their day of the dead celebration. Since we arrived early, we wandered down to Rainy street for a beer and a trailer taco that had more flavor than substance. Enjoyed the Icenhauer patio, shown above. I’m sorry for the inconvenience to the denizens of Rainy street but I like the new development there. It’s fun and somehow reminiscent of old Austin. There are some who will disagree but playing ping pong over cocktails . . . .
Dia de los Muertos was just beginning at MAAC when we arrived; parking was already at a premium. The altars, uniquely appointed with memorabilia and favorite foods of the dearly departed, reminded me of my own loved ones. I would like to make an altar next year. The harvest cycle, death and rebirth, threads through every generation, Honoring the past, acknowledging death as a part of life is more restoring of sanity than yesterday’s parade I’m guessing.