Sleepy Sundays: A Slight Touch of Autumn

Whenever we feel a slight chill in the air, my son says “Is it changing over to fall?”

This is a welcome question in my son’s arsenal of ever-growing queries. Usually he’s correct. The same air that is responsible for a slight nose- run will soon transform the leaves on the trees into different colors.

On the weekend, we decided to take a little road trip. We got to see the evidence of such queries sprinkled about the trees.

It’s a welcome question because it sparks in me traditions that perhaps have long been forgotten in my family, yet somehow, I’ve managed to carry them on. As soon as the cold air rolls in, my windows open up. You can smell all sorts of apples and cookies baking. In October and November, you’ll often see pumpkins somewhere in my home.

What I noticed over the weekend took me on a trip down Memory Lane. I realized how much at times we really are like our family, despite liking it or not. We are them and they are us in many ways and sometimes perhaps that is why we carry on tradition. Approaching fall I remember my family. When it was full and many of them were still alive, us gathered around the table at some family function seafood and pasta. The long drives oftentimes down to the shore. Some fancy meal often cooked up by many or just one member of us. The aroma of some great food, the sound of some laughter, and hefty conversation all play back through my mind.

Touches of Fall
Touches of Fall

I’m beyond grateful we’re able to carry some of these old times on.

Do you carry on any old family traditions?

Have a love-filled Sunday!

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Sleepy Sundays: Empire State of Mind

Empire State of Mind
Empire State of Mind

If you follow my private Instagram, or any of my other social media accounts (See sidebar), than you know about my trip to New York Comic Con yesterday. I got to meet a group of friends I’ve played videogames with online for over five years now. To say I had a great time is a drastic understatement.

For a brief time, I forgot about all of my problems, my issues, and everything else. For that block of time, nothing else mattered. I was a teenager again for a day. Since I’m very quickly approaching 30, this was a welcome feeling.

I already miss them. I already miss New York. Though, like I always say to New York when I leave it,

I’ll see you again, ol’ friend.”

Have you ever met your “online friend(s)” in “real life”? How was it?

Have a pleasant Sunday!

City Springtime in NY

Over the Easter weekend we were all over the place. On Saturday we visited some family in NY. What a glorious spring day it was! I managed to snap some photos of our trip and I have to say these are some of my favorite shots ever taken. Something about the day provided the most spectacular lighting.


(Click on images to view larger versions.)

I’m sure you’ll see these incorporated into my artwork somehow soon.

Sleepy Sundays: Night Lights

Night Lights Night Lights

For as long as I can remember, night drives have relaxed me. This weekend our little family went on another trip up to New York. We stayed most of the day, chatting and catching up with our loved ones. The ride back was the tiny lockets of time that dreams are made of. There was jazz playing on the radio as the city lights danced among the night sky. I couldn’t help but snap one photo while the music tickled and soothed my eardrums.

It was like a lullaby for us grown folks.

To go along with this busy, yet somehow mesmerizing photo, I chose an artist and song that was much like the music we had the pleasure of listening to on our ride home. It’s none other than the legendary Miles Davis. Enjoy, fellow dreamers…and be lulled on this Sleepy Sunday.

Miles DavisBlue in Green

Has a song ever hit you like a lullaby? What kind of music or particular artist relaxes you?

Have a jazzy Sunday!