Raleigh, continued... (a photoessay)

Our weekend in Raleigh, like so many other enjoyable excursions, began with falafel. Tucked away in a rather ordinary strip mall resides a rather extraordinary Middle Eastern restaurant, which my yin and I were introduced to during a comparable outing last year. While my yin played it safe, opting for the falafel pita wrap, I decided to be adventurous and try some Frankenstein Italian-Lebanese monstrosity called "pitza."

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But this is beside the point.

The point is that we went downtown after dinner to check out Raleigh's First Friday art crawl. The popularity of such events has been on the uptick during recent years, popping up everywhere from Boone to Miami, and I sometimes wonder about the forces directing this trend. Is art becoming more popular, or am I merely paying attention?

Does this man know?

Or is he as lost as his friends?

(insert obligatory squash pun here)

Could I learn the answer inside a giant trash bag?

Or would the refrigerator entrance be too cold to endure?

Maybe there are no answers at all.

Maybe there are nothing but silhouettes in the dark.

How long will we wait?

How many reflections must we chase?

How many false prophets litter our vision?

How many signs invade our sight?

How many circles point us in the right direction?

It's enough to make one's head spin.

But maybe, eventually, the light bulb will go on.

(Many thanks to George and Sara for another wonderful weekend...)