Sunday, October 11, 2015

Just a Sliver

Mornings are beautiful, even the gray, rainy ones.
Saturday morning, I left to go to a little
swim meet, and stepped out into a cool day,
with the sun just beginning to nudge its way over
the tree line. It was still inky black
and a sliver of moon rested its bottom
on a wisp of passing cloud, just below the
remaining stars. I stood at the bus stop and marveled
at it all. If I didn't get up early to swim
I'd never have gotten to see this wonderful,
starry morning.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Big Fish on Virginia Avenue

The southeast part of town, about a mile from the center
 of downtown Indy, has seen a large amount of restoration, 
renovation, and development in recent years.
I had occasion to visit one of the neighborhoods earlier
this week and was tempted to just set up
homekeeping right then and there.

The buildings are a mixture of restored storefronts 
and contemporary architecture. The result is a pleasant
neighborhood of businesses, residences, and
restaurants. For a number of reasons, it has always
been a dream fantasy of mine to live in a place
that was an old storefront with living quarters
just above, much like those shown below.

One day soon, before the weather turns cold,
I am going to get a bicycle to explore
the neighborhood to see whether such a home
would be possible for me.
It's right on the bus line, surrounded by little
restaurants, galleries, and coffee shops.
What's not to like?

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Art in Speedway: Larry Poons

Well, not really in Speedway, but back to the Canal
where the leaves floating on the dyed water made me think
of artist Larry Poons' op art paintings from the 1960's.
The golden leaves floated at different depths,
giving a similar effect as of his "Northern Grave,"
where the colors undulated front to back
on the red surface of the canvas.

Poons, who is now seventy-eight, was one of my
favorite artists when I was in art school.
His Op Art paintings teased my eyes; I loved the
way the vari-colored ovals were balanced and hovered
on the background color. The first one I recall
seeing was green. It just sang to me,
which shouldn't be a surprise because
Larry Poons first studied music at 
the New England Conservatory of Music
before deciding to become an artist.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Mallard on Red Water

From time to time, the Central Canal is dyed 
to help promote a holiday or event. 
On St. Patrick's Day it becomes that nasty,
flat green. It is pink during Cancer Awareness
events. Monday found it an odd, dark 
red for, what? National Butchers' Day? Bleh.
No matter, because the reflections from
the trees complimented the water
and it didn't keep this duck from happily
grooming and bathing itself.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

October Theme Day: Shelter

For the past year, the federal court building has been undergoing
renovation, maintenance and restoration.
Earlier this spring, I found stonemasons grinding out and 
replacing the old grout between the limestone and granite slabs
that make up the surface of the structure.
To protect the sculptures that greet visitors at the main
entrances, shelters have been constructed to protect
them from falling objects, be they stone, dirt, or human.

Sunday, September 27, 2015


Last week, while on my search for pizza, I found another 
of  The Public Collection installations.
This one, called Topiary, is by sculptor Eric Nordgulen.

He intends it as a natural outgrowth of the
surrounding garden space, one that shows reading
"as another form of growth."

The tubular steel sculpture is located just off 
Washington Street at Virginia Avenue.
These installations, meant to promote literacy and the arts,
hope to provide books to people who may have 
difficulty gaining access to reading matter.
Research has found that, while middle class households
can average thirteen books per person, folks
in less well-off households have, on average,

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

A New Angle

After swim practice Monday morning,
I went downtown for lunch. I decided to have 
a little pizza instead of my favorite turkey burger. 
The change meant little detour, 
away from my usual rat trail. I headed
into the southeast section of downtown Indy
where I walked along the short block
called Pearl Street. I looked up to see the restored
buildings along Washington Street, now full
of restaurants, art galleries, and a barber shop.
In the background, Victory pokes up 
from atop her perch on Monument Circle, while other 
buildings, all built within the past thirty years,
stand in stark blahness compared
to the older beauties in the foreground.
Bigger is definitely not better.

And my pizza? Meh. 
At least it had a nice thin, crispy crust
and plenty of cheese. I found another
 pizza place afterward on Pearl Street.
I'll have to try it next time.