ode on a boat

Sometimes living in this little city can be just right. 

(Taken last Wednesday, on a glorious night at the Island Grill)

whoever you are, I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers

There's something to be learned from the generosity of basil. Just one day after a brutal pillaging, it's springing new leaves in all the right places, greener than ever and whispering "I hope you enjoyed your pesto."

Like a herbaceous Blanche DuBois, over here. 

summer '63 beats the heat

Heading to Kellerman's for the rest of the summer. 

this kind of summer time.

hope you're weekend is spent running around an island with some nice bands and all your friends. see you on the boat!

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose

"A hand cupped the heel of a woman who wished to climb a tree to see the stars more clearly. The men laughed into their tumblers. They all went swimming again with just the modesty of the night. An arm touched a face. A foot touched a stomach. They could have almost drowned or fallen in love and their lives would have been totally changed during any one of those evenings."

--Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family