I’ve always found this little cafe on the corner on union to be aesthetically pleasing for reasons that are unclear to me.
I went to the Women’s March/Rally this weekend and despite some hilarious inept mistakes with a new lens, I got a few photos I like.
Bucharest had a pretty bad feral dog problem in the post-war years, but they’ve largely gotten it under control. In the more rural areas, though, packs of mostly friendly dogs can still be seen roaming around hoping for a handout from tourists. This guy was hanging out at the bottom of Cetatea Poenari and he got rather attached to me. (Okay, I got attached to him.) I thought about bringing him home, but apparently airlines and customs frown on bringing a 70 lb mangy dog as a carryon.
While roaming old town Bucharest, I ran across a street parade (a common and delightful occurrence). This one seemed to be a pastiche of random cultural icons/costumes, though possibly it was part of some Romanian mythology I wasn’t familiar with. This was my favorite — a captured angel bound and brought back to earth.
Managed to get downtown just as the snow stopped. If anyone ever needs to stop a snowshower, send me there with a camera.
Some obligatory photos of the snow down at Shelby Bottoms:
e-v the dog, 12/3/2012
e-v was my wife’s dog — her partner in crime for years. I was, then, a late arrival into her life. So she had little reason to trust or care about me. Fortunately I was able to worm my way in to her heart — protecting her from thunderstorms and paying for her second knee replacement probably helped. And so we were fast friends in the mere 4 years we had together. 4 years wasn’t enough, but I’m not sure what could have been enough. I’m going to miss her forever.
I love you e-v. good dog.
A rare shot of 219 Broadway while actually occupied.
So, downtown Nashville lost another building last night. At midnight last night,
despite not having a demolition permit (the fee for which is nominal) (they had a permit), demolition commenced on the property last occupied by Trail West (later, as the letters of the sign progressively burnt out, “Trai Wet”, “Tr Wt” and finally “W”, before sputtering out entirely. Having spent a lot of time downtown, I get it: this building was iconic, and a relic of the old Nashville (the old Nashville for us, anyway. it existed for decades before then). But before we get out our pitchforks, folks, let’s consider the facts, at least as I know them:
Mike told me that he was in bad shape because of his bad eyes (cataracts) until someone sent him an entire box of used eyeglasses, and he simply found the pair that seemed to work the best. Many things we take for granted (the discarding of used things) can make or break existence for people on the streets — makes you wonder how we could solve the distribution problem.
One of Nashville’s better signs.
I’ll take a dozen of these for every one horse/carriage, even if they are less photogenic.