Visual Art

Photographs from a wonderful dinner party at my parents place with good friends, great food and fabulous music.

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I’ve finally recovered enough so that I can attend a dinner party with Grace, my Parents, the Savic’s and Jelena. It was a wonderful time and we were graced with some of the very talented playing from Iva’s father Dragan. It felt really great to be able to socialize again. :)

No great work of art (or actually any work of art) here, but it does tell a story. After three days of being cooped up in the house with the flu, even a trip to Target seems like a grand adventure. I’m feeling so much better and by tomorrow hope to be pretty much mended. After that, I’ll start looking for some good pictures again. ;)

After three days, I’m finally starting to recover. This is one old acquaintance I won’t be sad to see the last of. However, being sick and slowly recovering at the end of the year really isn’t a bad thing. It gives you such great promise for the beginning of the new year that you can’t help but have hope for better things.

Just a handful of pictures from a pretty bicycle ride to El Reno.

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While out on my bike ride, I came across two of these spacey houses in between Yukon and El Reno. They were in good condition, but none were welcoming enough for me to get any closer.

Anyone know the story behind these houses?

My dear friend Iva is back in town for a short trip. I always look forward to catching up with this remarkable, adventuresome woman. We spent a wonderful lunch of Pho catching up on work adventures, relationships, hobbies and Soviet product design.

I also got this photo of the scamp next to us which I was also very fond of:

No real story here, I just liked how this portrait of my co-worker Gregory came out. The light in the office is really great for portraits.

So I skipped the worst of a cold last week only to come down with a bad case of the flu this week. The worst of it is that this is the first year in many that I didn’t get a flu shot. I guess I tempted fate once too often.

So for now, I am spending my time sleeping between doses of medicine.

So the flu has me knocked out for yet another day. When I’m not sleeping, I can count on the view above me to remain unchanged.