our new "gang" logo

The motorcycle gang I ride with has come up with a new 'state' patch for our club - courtesy of our fearless leader Mr. Pete, who is always the best at concepts and graphic design. The Brit Iron Rebels are an international club of dedicated riders, riding strictly British cycles.

(design, courtesy of Pete Felice)

sayin' goodbye to an old buddy

with it's handsome looks and three good years of service.

playing with things

Learned the beauty of form "versus" function through a by-gone friend.

driving around

By chance today, saw Craig walkin' his pups, Molly, Shelby and Willy - and all, heading home thirsty.
Craig is not only a big dog lover, but also keeps three ponies west of the Interstate.

sittin' outside

As a smoker, I get to sit outside, and watch the various on-going, doings.  For the past 24 hours we've had a steady, heavy drizzle of rain, where last night our 25 foot bamboo finally began drooping below the roof line, and down to our front door entrance.

lines

People in line were getting a little frustrated, a little edgy, when AT&T representatives came outside to update them on availability.

I was thinking of upgrading to the new iPhone 6 with it's finer "retina" display and higher quality camera, but it will have to wait - the availability was limited.  And, after living in England, I have little patience for the "que".

my new set of "bowls"

A returning club member from the Sarasota Lawn Bowling Club, who recently decided to retire from the sport, brought in her old used "bowls" for sale. These were a particularly hard-to-find set with over twenty-five years of play. They're classic Taylor Bowls from Scotland with a preferred wide bias and most importantly - the right weight and grip.  My perfect bowls.

This past week I've been kept busy, photographing the sport of "lawn bowling" for a magazine piece. So proudly, for one shot, I gathered up my newly acquired set and did a happy group portrait on our local greens.

A set of four, Taylor "Lignoids".

undiscovered local murals

Somebody approached me at the supermarket, somebody that recognized me and knows my interest in 20th century Florida.  We got through the necessary introductions, when "Larry" finally mentions to me something about some obscure murals that he had seen recently in an old parking garage in downtown Sarasota.  Had I seen them?  I had never heard of them - didn't know anything about them - and wasn't even sure of his exact mentioned location.

So today on investigation, I went out looking and found them inside (on either end) of a dark and non-descript parking garage.  Both were of geographic nature.  One, a mapped overview of the  whole Gulf of Mexico region - and the other, more focused on Sarasota's Gulf Coast region.

6' by 8' mural (framed, oil on board) .  Sid Smith (1949)

detailed views

waiting for the light to fall

The Night-blooming Cereus - a strong climbing cacti vine, that during our summer nights, produces foot-broad, white blossoms.  Here, draped over our corner street sign - and waiting for the darkness to finally open to that full flower.