Drake made this cake. The candles were lit and everyone was singing "Happy Birthday" when she walked under the ceiling fan and it blew out all the candles.
I've never really spent much time in Providence, but I got the chance to walk around a bit and I like it.
It definitely has a Burlington feel to it, it's kind of small, but is has a vibrancy to it and a funkiness to it that I like.
Drake, our hostess, is the Director for The Steelyard and is totally hooked into the arts community. At Francis' party, we got to meet a lot of those folks, so it was neat. Very creative and interesting people. David Cole wants to make a mobile with pickup trucks, other people are sculptors, painters, graphic artists, a good mix.
Drake's livingroom.
The view out the livingroom window, 'round midnight.
The view out the front of the house, a few minutes later.
After almost a dozen years in Florida, Frank (I'm one of only about eight people allowed to call him Frank, and there were four of us there, with that priviledge, that weekend) is creating a move to Providence. Thank God. Florida was sucking the life out of him and he didn't really have many friends down there.
Looking forward to having him closer.
Here are some photos from the trip.
I'm starting a new series of Highway Photos.
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