Electrified

I was quite enamored of my brother's living room in Indianapolis. So I fooled about a bit.

My Pitcher Overfloweth

This is my Fourth of July. My brother brought his delightful wife and four sprightly children. They invaded with violas and violin and exuberance. Love!

Love is Garbage

Broad Ripple - a village in Indianapolis whose motto is "We're Open if You Are" -  was the destination for my 7am daily walk. Up, down, and around the empty morning streets lined with beer gardens, eateries and other hip stores and attractive houses. That is, until I headed back to my car, which was parked on Broad Ripple Ave, a larger, more commercial street. And I couldn't help but notice when I glanced down an alley that there was some colorful graffiti on a perpendicular alley. So I ignored my nose and turned on my camera.

As I was exiting the alleyway I turned around to inspect the perspective and found that someone was disparaging either love, or garbage, or both.

The Man Cave - Deconstructed

Three men and a house - modern. An interior designer decorated this house. Well, my brother's partner is a graphic arts designer and he and my brother own the interior so... I think that qualifies it. The third man? My Grandpa lives here too and I have have the privilege of hanging out with him for two weeks!

While mostly modern, the house has warm parquet flooring and traditional little touches like pottery pieces and an upholstered chair in a corner with a print of bright blue skies, flowers, leaves, two billy goats and even a mountain! And the artwork is an eclectic mix of pieces like the mirror pictured above, but also watercolors depicting Paris scenes and more traditional oils that all fit together seamlessly and timelessly. The house faces east so the rising and setting sun pours in through white horizontal blinds, creating sensational patterns everywhere.

Living in someone else's home for a piece is almost always sweet fun, but this time it's even better because when our time is up we get to return to the place we call home - the place where we can wake up in the middle of the night and find the bathroom without a second thought.

I can't believe it's you - Indianapolis!

I just can't help myself. I'm such a tourist. So when we spotted this creative bench at the Indianapolis airport, well, I wanted a photo. And Rich was just as excited as I was to be traveling so he forgot to be unwilling to pose. Yay! (unless you really want to believe he is surprised to see me)