I was thinking about trying to run a quick estimate about how many restaurants I’ve eaten in since I began this assignment with VRX. The idea alone made me feel ill.

From sophisticated and elegant to dingy and frightening, there is rarely one that makes me stop, and turn-off the engine that powers my brain through thoughts about work, family, friends, and love, or lack-of.

At first I thought it could have been that skillfully crafted glass of Black Opal Shiraz, or maybe the delicate plate of Spicy Italian Sausage Ravioli dressed with Goat Cheese. Thats when I realized, that of all the places I’ve eaten in, none have combined an exquisite meal, with such an engulfing atmosphere. My table sat close to a mother and her daughter, as they peacefully planned the rest of their evening at a movie, and I, tranquilly excited about my lecture with a great magnum photographer.

That spot, in the small bohemian town of Woodstock, was the center of the universe, for just one night. There was nothing that could take me away from that present moment. Not the rain tapping the windows, not even the homeless hippies that loudly clamored through the streets.

 

Eli Reed, at his lecture, showed his powerful imagery to the class, and noted that we must always stop, and look for the celebration of life going on around us. Although sometimes hard to find, its there.

 

I hope you all find yourselves immersed in beautiful episodes of life this week, if its with your loved-one, friends, family, or even, as I found out is possible, alone.