morning out

Went out to breakfast with Megan this AM at the local Creole cafe where her cousin is the head chef.

After enjoying our multiple Eggs Benedict's the conversation turned to art, as it so often does.

The wife was articulating her enjoyment of artists who push beyond boundaries, like Monet when he started going blind or late Turner when he just stopped giving a shit.

Here is a reenactment of the critical moment:

...I love it because it means that we're all connected to something bigger, some larger continuum of creation.........oh look, the Goodyear Blimp!

And there it was, floating serenely over the city.