At the center

Robert talked me into taking a dozen images into the art shop and seeing if they'd translate well into large- format prints, so I've spent the last few days looking at pictures and culling some we both like.

This one I took this morning, looking down into a licuala palm next to our front steps. The big, ribbed leaves are quite remarkable: The texture is like thick, green parchment.

It's a little abstract for him, but I like it.

Our tastes on things like that differ a lot, but it seems to work anyway: We met 30 years ago today.