It’s hard not to love pinata’s.
It’s hard not to love pinata’s.
I don’t know how many of you have lived through a tornado but….. it’s a hell of an experience. Video is being uploaded to our Bangkok Living & Travel site. Trish and I have been watching the storm for several hours…. there have been hundreds, if not thousands of lightning strikes, more than at any time I have been bombarded in the tropics during monsoon. This storm is of an entirely different measure.
Unfortuneatley there have been reports of multiple deaths where the tornado’s have touched down to the east and south of where we are in Dallas Texas. A subdivision in Granbury Texas has been raised with approx, 50 homes being flattened and hundreds of injuries reported. First responders from every adjacent county are rushing to the scene as I write… daylight will probably bring footage of the devastation to the world.
My red tile Spanish roof is leaking like a sieve. From where I sit it actually sounds like a faucet has been left running in my bathroom where the water has come through the roof and is flooding into buckets and bowls that we have set up. I enjoy new and exciting travel trips…..many have been sublime…some not so much…this is straddling the fence between the two extremes. It’s very weird to know that people have been killed tonight in a storm that was supposedly just a tropical storm that was blowing in off the west coast of Mexico. Life is a fickle balance between the fantastic and the horror….enjoy what you have.
I wish you all the comforts of where you are. Pray for us in Texas tonight.
PS….now on the following morning it’s being confirmed that 6 people were killed and there are several missing. News footage has shown the complete destruction of homes, particularily in the town of Granbury. I have posted about this town in the past and it is a real shame that they have been affected to this extent. The FOX news affiliate is reporting that as many as ten tornado’s touched down … possibly more…they’re waiting for the National Weather Service to confirm the number.
We met a budding artist at a festival recently. She… Rebecca… had boldly come out and declared her hearts desire. I think many of us live with yearnings for what we’d like to be when we grow up but then life gets in the way leaving us to live vicariously through our children. Life is full of cruel ironies… yes indeed.
Is it the opportunity to be free that eludes some of us? Do we as adults need to learn how to set ourselves free in order to allow our children to pursue their passion(s)? Of course I am being myopic, I live in a dream world where opportunity is ubiquitous. For most of the worlds population such fantasy is never going to blossom into reality….the free world is home to so few….so isn’t it wonderful to see someone like Rebecca being herself and to encourage some aspect of whimsy into our own lives?
Let this be a lesson to all you budding artists out there, no matter if you’re ten or going on one hundred. Life is what you make it…..follow your path…..after all…you were born this way.
Take life one step at a time.
I love a bit of anthropology on the weekend . I discovered a new tribe today while trundling through yet another ethereal art festival, which are as common as the cottonwood fluff that floats on the summer breeze at this time of year in the entirely entertaining and mysterious city of Dallas Texas. And what a beautiful day it was to discover something new, the weather has been dialed up to perfect, as if winters cold curtain has been ripped open by an excited stagehand who couldn’t wait for spring to entertain the actors que…..suddenly summer is OK with me. The Art and Music festival in the scenic small town of Richardson was held along side a wide creek lined with green banks and shady elm , solid oak with blooming cottonwood extant…..sublime when you consider you’re in the center of Dallas surrounded by freeways that connect and disconnect the city like a giants mechano set with soaring concrete interchanges stacked five high twisted like spaghetti.
We have been going to art and music festivals every weekend since the season began in March….. culture starved Canadians that we are. In that time I started to notice many familiar faces in the booths and kiosks, food carts and T-shirt and trinket counters. Naturally, being the inquisitive type I had to inquire. I found out from several of the talkative participants that the art scene in the US is like a traveling carnival, where the entertainers and artists, food vendors and roadies sign up for what amounts to a roadshow tour and they travel to various city and town fairs around the country…. I remember doing this a long time ago when I lived with a traveling carnival in my wayward teenage years and went from town to town like a breath of homeless air. We appeared and disappeared in smoky trucks and pulled up our torn faded tents at odd hours, set up shaky rides and rigged gaming stands on grassy fairways, vacant lots and disused corners of mall parking lots to the delight of children and the horror of their parents.
What I found out today is that artists from all over the three countries, Canada, USA and Mexico are like the itinerant gypsies I knew as a child and enjoy a similar secret and insular lifestyle society. They know one another intimately, they take care of one another if one gets sick or is otherwise in need….becoming like an extended family to one another…. a tribe by any other name. The stories I heard today were about people who are travelers and gypsies living in mobile homes and RV’s a majority of the year. These carvers, glass blowers, painters, sculptors, musicians, weavers, entertainers and photographers are a world apart from everyday life and exist unrecognized for who they are. They live in our hearts and minds by what they produce and yet we know so little about them. Who knew the life of an artist could be so tenuous and exciting? You do now.
As far as holidays go this is a big one…..Mexico and Mexicans everywhere get all gushy over flags and tribal relations on their one big day a year. I don’t always agree with displays of nationalism….it brings out the martial fanatics and xenophobe’s …..but as long as it’s politically benign it can be a positive event for the community. The Cinco de Mayo festivals spill over with unpretentious unplanned family and food and that’s a good thing. Today I will attend a chili cook off and a pickled quail egg eating contest…..sounds yummy right? Viva Mexico….!!
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The North Texas festival season kicks off in March and carry’s through the summer. Every community has something planned, there are hundreds of communities that make up the Dallas metro-plex and then there are small towns spread across the prairie for hundreds of miles in every direction. The larger cachement areas pool their resources and pull off something spectacular. It’s an opportunity for local artists to display their hand made wares…fine oil paintings to barb wire sculpture, and a chance to see all the small town clubs and societies dance and sing what they have rehearsed for the big show of the year. Expect professional bands to be seen alongside children’s troupes and specialties, from urban dance to farm skills.
We ardent day trippers have our weekends planned well in advance this time of year. Our festival bible is the Dallas Observer that lists every activity scheduled from music and entertainment venues to community festivals and various goings on. The Observer is everyone’s favorite paper for the entertainment and arts scene year round.
So, off we go to Denton Texas yesterday for the Denton Arts and Jazz festival, an annual gig for local musicians and entertainers. First I should say that Denton is one of the sweet little towns surrounding Dallas that most tourists will never see, and much to their loss I assure you. The streets of Denton are lined with history and cool little shops. Denton is a distinctly casual place where people say ‘good morning’ to strangers, where you know your kids would be safe and all the cars stop for pedestrians.
I find these towns to have such a likeable vibe, people are sociable, super friendly and unhurried. Possibly, it’s the sense of continuity, people have been living and working here for hundreds of years and some businesses have been established for generations.
The extensive freeway system connects everything. Texans are accustomed to traveling seemingly great distances, something must have changed their DNA. We find it a no brainer to drive one to two hours from town to town, but when these places were established in the early 1800′s they would have seemed worlds apart.
Many towns like Denton have a unique flavor to them and must be appreciated by walking slowly.