Lunchtime

On my way to meet friends for lunch, 

I walked past two or three separate construction sites.

Nearly all activity had come to a stop as the crews

took breaks for their own noon meals.

Even this load of metal forms could wait in mid-air

until the crane operator had his lunch.

I caught this group of supervisors in the midst of

an "important meeting", one that was,

of course, vital to the successful completion

of the building.

Every time I pass this site, I am fascinated by

the number of patterns I see. I want to

crawl among the bars, braces, and supports

that form the core of what will

become an apartment building and grocery.

Crystals and Harley

Wednesday was an odyssey. After lunching with friends, 

I went in search of a coconut cupcake.

I headed east towards Massachusetts Avenue

and The Flying Cupcake, a sliver of an old

storefront barely big enough for a display case, a few small

tables, a refrigerator, and an astounding array

of flavored, colored, and prettily decorated delights.

The Flying Cupcake is one of several small shops around Indy, 

supplied by the main store and bakery just north of the downtown area.

I've also encountered Petunia, the bakery's rolling store, that offers

the yummy cakes to customers unable to get to a store.

The atmosphere of the little storefront on Massachusetts Avenue

is friendly, it's shabby-chic interior bearing no trace

of a corporate game plan lurking amid the frosted treats.

Yay, for that. 

I'd waited a month, through snow and wind chill

to indulge my longing for "Coo-coo Coconut."

I left with a pretty pink box containing the coconut cake,

plus one each of "Here Comes the Bride" with a tiny sugar

bride and groom on top, and a chocolate one

called "Peppermint Twist."

Could I make them last with a treat every other day? 

The odyssey carried on. I'd walked about a mile to get to the store, 

then walked back towards the downtown area to go to the camera store, 

well over a mile away. Then I wandered some more, stopping 

and starting, my little treasures in my tote, while I took

a batch of pictures. Just before I got the bus for home, 

I stopped at a shop to warm up with a nice hot latte -

and the little sugar bridal couple disappeared, savored slowly

bite by bite, while I waited for the bus.

One two down, one two to go.

Concrete Ideas

On my way Wednesday to meet some friends for lunch,

I just about fell into this bit of sidewalk work. 

Damn, I love it when the concrete contractors do all the 

drawing for me, leaving wonderful compositions

like this, just waiting to be photographed.  

The sidewalks are formed of subtle shades of gray, 

with marks, textures and patterns set off by 

formed aluminum and black rubber accents.

The workmen had made an entire series of drawings

in the sidewalk, of which I was able to capture a few. 

I fairly danced the rest of the way to lunch; 

whoda thought concrete finishers were artistic geniuses?