INDIAN SUMMER LOVE

Autumn is here, and so are the leaves falling on the ground, and finally I can see their shapes and colors. Is at this moment when you walk through the forest or take the train and see the landscapes with the enormous and majestic trees. Their trunks are deeply dark, and the leaves get crazy colors. That's the moment when you can't help thinking about the native americans, they certainly used to live there and enjoy those incredible colors. And that's when you can feel the sadness and melancholy of the real autumn. 

The sun is strong during the day, it can be really warm, but it's cold during the night. The leaves react like a chameleon, and change to bright colors. Those leaves were just scanned, no photoshop. 

It's so ironic I guess, and somehow cruel, but they call it the Indian Summer.

As American as Apple Pie

As Jazz musicians used to say during the 20's and 30's: "There are many apples on the success tree, but when you pick New York City, you pick the Big Apple."

Apples are all over the world, of course, but america is very proud of their production (I heard there are aprox 10 000 different varieties of apples grown in the world, the US grow more than 7 000 of them.) It's some how part of the history of the country, they say George Washington used to enjoy pruning his trees, and the East Coast is the main producer.

Apple Cider is something new for me, it's not like the alcoholic drink that I knew, but it's thick and still delicious. You can make an amazing cocktail with warm apple cider, cloves, cinnamon and maybe a shot of whisky, rum.... It's up to you.

I met Mr. and Mrs. Baltimore in a flea market in W Mount Royal Avenue. I convinced them to come with me for just a dollar, of course in their days that might be a fortune. I hope they can tell me their story...

Philadelphia Stardust

Philadelphia, Chantelle and George are the perfect trio. 

Penn Station - Baltimore

A very old couple was waiting for their train, the husband was like made in papier maché, eating his breakfast. His wife was asking : How is the egg? Pure tenderness. 

When you are alone, waiting and you don't know what to do, 

you can do like everyone else: get a coffee and check your iPhone.

Police officers are very nice, when you are not the bad guy.

The shoe shiner with his majestic dark velvet seats 

makes me feel like in a time machine to the Dixieland Jazz times. 

The magical moment was broken by a drunk man who saw my drawing 

and started to yell to everyone: She draw a blow job!! Thanks.

The book festival in Baltimore this year was underwater... no much to draw...

Red Emma's tent was covered, and it became the refuge of the day. 

Red Emma's is a cafe/bookstore run by young alternative neohippies where you can take books to read while you get a coffee, or get informed about alternative movements in Baltimore and the East Coast. 

Highly recommended. And they have the Waxpoetics magazine, which gives them extra points.