Sticky

During my childhood days in Southwest Virginia, I often heard my parents refer to electricity as “juice.” And that word still comes to mind when I see a meter. The vibrant colors of these meters look like juice flavors, and even though they are for gas, I can’t help thinking…lemon,Continue Reading

Sticky

When my daughter was little, Sunday was Daddy-Daughter Day.  Typically, we would go to a park and then have lunch before heading home.   Sometimes, we would go shopping or wash the car—time together was the most important thing.  One Sunday, we went downtown to stroll around  Centennial Olympic Park. Continue Reading

Sticky

These supports are maybe 50 or 60 feet high.  From a distance, they don’t look that imposing, but standing just across the way from them is intimidating.   They are a perfect example of perspective in drawing, watching each one appear smaller as it recedes in the distance. They areContinue Reading

Walking into the Fuqua Conservatory, one is met with a wall of humidity and the smell of moist earth. A few steps more, and one enters the Tropical Rotunda, where I spent most of my visit. Home to exotic tropical plants, the rotunda feels like another place, another time. OrchidsContinue Reading

Any sufficiently large wall space seems to be a magnet for those who wish to leave a memento of their presence.   Usually, it’s barely readable scrawls in the form of broad strokes of paint.  Symbols are common (few of which I recognize). Under this overpass,  the typical expressions areContinue Reading