truk rambles

The view from under the I-40 Mississippi River bridge, an unusual perspective for a Memphian.

You can really get a sense of the size of the bridge from beneath, particularly if you are in a small boat on the water.

At John’s 40th birthday celextratravadaposion at Ernestine & Hazel’s.

The stained glass ceiling of the La Chardonnay restaurant in Midtown Memphis.

This yet another photo of Rhodes.

Burrow Hall, formerly Burrow Library, is the home of the Admission Office, as well as most other student service offices on campus.

This is part of a painting done on 1/1/2000 by my friend and artist Dan Molinda.

Dan’s work of this period largely consisted of swirling colors, merging into haunting faces.

Another pic from Rhodes College, the stairs at Barret Library, on a rainy Tuesday.

Another photo from Rhodes College. I walk under this gothic, heavy lamp on my way to work.

This is a painting by a friend from Sydney, Denise Campbell.

My dad and his grandson, my nephew, Ethan.

This is the same tree in the daylight.

City schools, U of Memphis, and large parts of the city are closed today due to ice on the roads.

Rhodes is open. I’m at work.

Today’s snow stuck to the bare trees.

I pass this artwork almost every day, walking across campus.

This 1970s-era piece shows people in motion and is located at a nexus of pathways at Rhodes, directly in front of the Rat (cafeteria).

Hangin’ at RP Tracks.

I recently rediscovered a bottle of Fernet-Branca that had been squirreled away years ago, after having been purchased in Prague and brought over by request, possibly by my brother.

According to Wikipedia, Fernet  “is a type of Amarillo, a bitter, aromatic spirit.” I agree. You can find it in some places in the US, especially in NYC and San Fran.

The one year-old opens presents, with the help of his parents.

Kath throwing the Frisbee to Mazzy.

Just pretty. Just because.

The cold temperatures are keeping the ice intact around Memphis.

I can tell the days are getting longer, as there are occasionally trailing whisps of light in the sky when I get off work.

From a walk at lunchtime with the dogs; a strange scene for the middle of a city.

It almost looks like a path from a different century.