Summer Vacation Day 5, GA

Another great morning breakfast place. Bluebird had MUCH better biscuits. It was around this time that I realized that iced tea meant something very different in the south. Tea comes in two varieties, sweetened and unsweetened. As anyone can tell, I'm already sweet enough and haven't had sweet tea since high school. Asking for iced tea then, gave me a puckered surprise as a full-cup of sugar ebbed up the straw like a maple trunk. Still, it would become a re-acquired taste.

Mona across the street.

Annie Leibovitz is a famous photographer with a gallery on tour. The art was heralded in San Diego during the short stay that Deb and I missed, but now it had found it's way to the art museum in Atlanta. We beat the heat indoors today.

After signing a waver that I would only photograph permanent exhibits, we decided to have some fun in the contemporary art room. Peanut art.

A wooden maze that occupied an entire room. Balancing positive and negative space in true form, this one was better off in a closet.

I have no idea. The art was getting bizarre. This room featured improbable objects. Although statistically unlikely, these works beat all odds.

A wall mural of paint and metal, this folk art conveyed the struggle of black people. Small glimpse of the excessive structure.

A horse made of wreckage.

The building was a work of art as well.

Natural light.

A wooden carving. I think the subject wasn't very excited to be sculpted.

We walked around that part of town to discover that Atlanta caters only to diligent folk. Most restaurants were not serving food after 2:30, instead preparing for the dinner rush that evening. For us vacationing late-risers, this meant that we had to settle more often than not for whatever bucked stylistic policy. After a snack, the high rises, flag in foreground.

We saw the major park near downtown. Every street was named Peachtree, but somehow Deb got us there. The park forebode cobras during events, much to my dismay.

The western entrance to the park touted ballfields and soccer pitches. Heavy clouds traipsed the stale afternoon humidity.


Black men taking a nap.

The city from the park.

A very large pond in the middle of the park.

Water trees.

A lady reads across the pond.

Park, trees and trails.

Extensive stone fixtures.

Walking back to the car, we headed through some wealthy neighborhoods with classic southern architecture. The way a house should be done: built into the landscape rather than clearing woodlands and dropped prefab neighborhoods.

Ivy, stone, and foliage... tasteful privacy.

Nice house.

South does good food, and I like BBQ. One of the top-ranked places in the city was Daddy D'z. They featured jazz music certain nights, and slathered pork every night. I was truly dying for some ribs.

Mmmrib joynt.

Deb took this couple's picture on their camera. Pretty good food overall, although a different style of BBQ than that in Ohio.

After dinner, Deb gave me a driving tour of the neighborhoods on the east side of town. Each one had it's own flavor from wealthy to hipster. From what I gathered, life on the east side was a bit easier than the west where we didn't venture. A sign bu.

Poverty was everywhere though.