Leftovers

Dancers at the Something  Russian Festival

Dancers at the Something Russian Festival

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories.  Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and cupboard of the heart.

~ Thomas Fuller

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Where to start…

Walking from the hotel to Tower City (where the CIFF is held).

What an amazing weekend it has been.  There are so many things to tell you about that I think it will take at least a week.  I feel so saturated with life and art and the city of Cleveland that I don’t know where to begin.

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Spider webs

Oh no!  Another scheduled post?  What’s up with that?

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Misty sunrise

I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.  There they are, and they are beautiful.

~ Pete Hamill

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An entertainment adventure

This morning's view of the pond

I am off on an entertainment adventure, another artist’s date.  I am not sure I’ll have time for blogging over the next couple of days so I’ve scheduled a couple of short posts to fill in for me.

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360: Coasting

Church steeple in Akron, Ohio.

The closer I get to the end of this commitment, the less I am in the mood to work on a blog post.  I feel as though I’ve already put in most of the hard work, and now I just want to coast on in to the finish line.

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348: Detroit. And all that jazz.

View from our hotel room. Looking almost straight down.

M and I had a great time at the Detroit Jazz Festival.  It was my first visit to Motown and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I’d like to go back and spend some time walking around and taking photos.  What little I saw of the city was engaging.  And the music at the festival?  Incredible!

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