Author: Nico

Strangers on a Bridge to Nowhere

While concentrating on setting-up this shot I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder.

“Sometimes you should stop and smell the sunset,” she whispered. Eastern European, Slovenia maybe?

I took the shot, turned, and stared as she walked away. Then I looked down and saw the word stenciled on the bridge. I shall never forget her and always wonder who she was.

Sunset on the Houston Skyline,  June 6th 2016

Notes:
The incident took place on the walking bridge spanning Buffalo Bayou near the intersection of Allen Parkway and Studemont … it happened exactly as I wrote it

In the Shadow of Secretariat

A slow day at the track. I found this poster of the greatest horse ever and for some strange reason decided right then to put $100 on Nyquist to Win the Big One at the Kentucky Derby. Which he did. What a day at the races.

Sam Houston Race Park – May 2016

Dry-Aged Enlightenment

Our quarterly dinner-out is 15 years running and still cosmic. It starts with a Martini shaken not stirred. My friend’s with an olive – an abomination. Mine with a twist – sublime. At first the conversation is sketchy.  The unknown subject for the evening claws its way to the surface. That’s the way it’s always been. Suddenly we’re on our way to the table, the wine, and steak. The game is afoot. The subject rises magisterially to command the evening. Four hours later we’re so full of bogus insights on life, love, friendship, and the cosmos, there’s nothing left to say. The two most interesting men in the world getting together to laugh with the gods while drinking wine, eating steak, and jumping through hyperspace.

On the ride home I always think of my old friend, the ancient wine, and the spacey mumbo-jumbo. I hope we will always have these evenings of dry-aged enlightenment . Maybe everyone should.

Pappas Brothers Steak House on McKinney Street in Downtown Houston