After partying the night away and being the designated driver, I was able to get up earlier than most and step into the city and caught some of the sights and sounds of the new year by daylight (and some by night). Here is the select shots from that excursion.
This next set of 4 is a story of its own. A trio of canoes was going down the Colorado near Ann Richards bridge when the middle one capsized. I am glad to be able to tell the tale in 4 shots and not 4,000 words.
The 4th and final part was the summary of the story. The guys got flipped back into the canoe and back on their way. No real harm, just some soaked memories and some happy ducks thankful for the free food that they invariably got.
As I was there and got to witness good times and cheer, I also earned a little sadness from a missed connection that I had hoped to spark while down there. The hope of things dies, but from it life of another dream springs anew.
Here is my soul fading…
…but the words and the pictures you read here are proof that dreams never die.
A merry new year to us all and keep checking in to see what new content I drum up from behind the lens of a darkly dreaming mind!