Delicious dish at Teavolve in Baltimore, MD. Nice green color, not overdone, just enough bacon, seared to perfection. Once I laid eyes on these veggies I knew it was going to be good–and it was.
I took this shot when I saw the sunset and the lamp in the foreground. The reflections from the water texturized the scene and the silhouette of the trees somehow make you believe you could really be in Japan–for the sun sets the same everywhere in the world.
Time passes and all will fade.
Even I will wrinkle and peel like the paint you see portrayed.
I may think I can stay strong and resolute,
but my appearance will crack and falter as it’s destined to.
Even while built on solid foundations of brick and concrete,
we can’t stand forever upon our own two feet.
All we can do now is forgive, love, and trust,
because in the end, all that will be left is brick, mortar, and rust.
– Brick, Mortar, and Rust –
– B.Lee –
We got to taste 3 kinds of single malt whiskey: not so old, kinda old, and really old. The longer the spirit sits in the barrel, the more oaky and woodsy aromas are embellished in its flavors. I think the oldest was 14 years in the cask and I could hardly finish this 1.5 ounce elixir. I really love whiskey as a sipping drink, but for my taste buds at 26 years old, I will go with the 8 year old scotch and a smooth cigar while talking with friends on politics, philosophy, and the meaning of time. Cheers to good health.
Captured by the colors of blues from the sky and mirrors and earth tones and highlights warmed by the changing leaves I stood and admired the lines that were created as I stood before the bridge platform. Images like these encourage me to search for more opportunities to seek more beautiful views.
I saw this shot and the sun was setting at just the right angle to bounce off these hues of purple and pinks. I liked how it mixed in with the deep greens that you see just before the leaves turn yellow in the fall time. The city was moving and I was moving with it. This was a great day for a walk in the city.
I remember my family would take me here as a child. As you can tell it was a beautiful morning and I decided to stop. I parked my car and I remember this dock being so much bigger. There were 2 children playing–just I was when I was their age–and they too had a chance to feed the geese. I wish I knew where that photo of me feeding the geese on this very lake was so that I can show what little B.LEE looked like. It was surreal revisiting this place–surreal.