Autumn means chasing this guy around, trying to grab a focused photograph. Some people play football. This is my sport. I could spend hours listening for him and then high-tailing it to his next location. He plays catch-me-if-you-can and I can be heard in the woods, laughing out loud. If anyone else was around they would wonder. First, readers, take note of the Belted Kingfisher’s interesting sound.
Twice in the past two days, the Kingfisher has taken a place of importance, the high Y branch of the Bald Eagle family’s favourite tree. First time, both Juveniles went at him. I think that perhaps the Kingfisher was consuming a meal and the young eagles get pretty scrappy with the food of other river hunters. Next time, the Sub Adult flew in, I suppose just to claim her dominance.
My visuals are all very unfocused, but I’m logging these here as a part of my birder journals. This morning, in the fog, I also watched an Osprey dive, almost vertically, off of a tree and pounce upon a young Cormorant as he fished. Life on the river is a bit of a dog-eat-dog world. When I returned home, I saw that I got an unfocused capture of the Osprey leaving the tree.
The two juvenile Bald Eagles swooped into the scene, evicting the Kingfisher from prime territory.
He arrived at my side of the river, for only moments and I snapped this photograph, directly into the light.
Another visit to the river, and again, he chose prime branches. Are you kidding?
In she swooped…and look, where the little guy ended up!
This morning, in the fog.
Life carries on, in all forms, at the river, but very different from only weeks ago. The Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers are in greater numbers, as are the White Breasted Nuthatches. The Northern Flickers swoosh down and up onto the Elms. This afternoon, the subdued landscape was broken by a huge frenzy of vocalizations of coyotes on the island and the howls were returned in unison by the coyotes on this side of the river. It was absolutely magical!
Osprey taking a dive, not for a fish, but for the Cormorant catching the fish! (Horrible photo alert!)
Juvenile Cormorant. Doug Newman pointed out one time that some Cormorant species have bright blue eyes in this stage. This is the best that I’ve been able to capture that.
And, what exactly is this? Has this wee babe been abandoned by Mom? What is it?
The elegance of the young American Robins, at this time, fills my heart, whenever I see them.
This past week might have been impacted by bad-weather days, but nature continues to amaze me, regardless.
The female Mallard keeps her kids in line.
I will continue to attempt a good capture of the Belted Kingfisher during the coming week.
The Beltline Urban Murals Project provided several offerings over the past few days. My friend, Pat, and I participated in a tour that introduced us to the murals in east locations of the Beltline. We will have to see the murals to the west on our own. The weather was cooperative at the outset, but then we just got really hit with rain. It’s interesting though, Pat and I never really get hung up about things when we are taking in an event of interest. We just have fun.
Click on the blue links for artist biographies. This is the third annual BUMP event to be held in Calgary.
Pat can be seen jay walking in the next photograph. She is going to let me know (again) that she doesn’t like her photo taken.
This mural was a new addition to the line up and it was a really fun stop as two artists were working on this alley mural as we approached. I believe the gentleman is RUNT. It can’t be easy painting that rough stucco surface with brushes. I’m also guessing that this wall was in bad shape upon the outset!
As we left, I enjoyed the juxtaposition of the old ad. art work on the adjacent building.
This piece is going to be amazing and will cover the expanse of this wall. It is based on a study done of buffalo hides and is connected with research at Blackfoot Crossing. Typically, Guido Van Helten produces works that include large monochrome portraits, so this is a little different. I’m excited to see this one finished.
Mateusz Naperialski created a mural in close proximity to several others. This little section was absolutely beautiful and the art was like eye candy. I was really feeling for the organizers and events folks, as well as the DJs who were closing out the event. What a time to have so much rain!
Labrona’s work created a beautiful welcome into the celebration area, fixed with fire pits, strung lights and spray paint demonstrations and participation. So fun! Food trucks are down there and I’m sure that the music is still playing.
Reza Nik’s bright yellow created a brilliant conclusion to our BUMP experience. This is an event that is now on my radar and I will be attending in future. Congratulations to all participants. I’m thrilled that our city is energizing the visual. It’s so important to all of us.
Early mornings on the river now reveal just how circular my own journey is and how natural death is to life. All life blooms, but also fades. In youth, I ran toward the next Christmas and to the next Halloween and to the next grade and the next teacher and to a boyfriend and to a husband. Never would I suffer divorce. Never, in my imagination, would my mother die. My brother would not die. My life long friends would remain at my side always. The abundance of living well, seemed endless.
In reality, the magic that perches at the edge of the river demonstrates again and again that life transforms. I look down at my own hands at this keyboard this morning and see this transformation in my self. I have no choice but to accept it, while at the same time, I have the opportunity to create magic in others and to watch life unfold in my children and in my grandson. I also have the choice to embrace the beauty of another fading summer.
My circular walks at the river have healed me throughout this lush green often-wet summer. I have watched closely as the adult Bald Eagles tended two eggs at their nest, saw them through the biting cold of spring when at last those eggs hatched and almost two months later two beautiful fledglings found their place in a brutal world.
Having watched this mating pair over several seasons, it was sad to watch the disappearance of Mrs., a week after the second youngster fledged. She was such an inspiring raptor and was vigilant with the two young eagles, demonstrating fiercely, the skills that were intuitive and essential for their start in life. She may have been evicted or killed and within days, a sub adult began to dominate the territory, eventually captivating Mr. who diligently fed and raised up his two progeny.
These days those same juveniles soar high above me, carving huge circles into a deep blue sky, utterly celebrating what it means to be Bald Eagles. I sometimes find myself weeping at the enormous beauty of this passage of time as manifested in one little family at the river.
I no longer hear the sounds of the Red-Winged Blackbirds. Theirs is the first song of spring. And now, they are gone. Where only a month ago the Yellow Warblers’ very particular song filled the woods, there is only the occasional flash of bright yellow in the low brush. Mating and fledging behind them now, where do they disappear? The sounds of geese returns after a month of silence. The adult Mallards begin to separate from the juveniles now, after so many weeks of being alert and startling so easily. The American Pelicans no longer rest in great numbers in the quiet eddies of the Bow. The changes happen in subtle ways. One beauty is replaced by another.
Now, the Cedar Waxwing juveniles are practicing flight in great numbers and every evening they are making loops out over the water and back, out and back, lighting in bare branches. Adults remain vigilant. Yellow Rumped Warblers have increased in numbers, likely just passing through, and Downy Woodpeckers, Nuthatches and Northern Flickers take up residence. Many of them will winter here.
Wild Asters are in bloom for a second time and the Thistles are in seed. Small water bugs fly thick and hover above the racing water. The fish jump. Conversations with the fishermen include stories of Brown Trout, Rainbow Trout and Pike. They pull out their phones and scroll through their photographs, proudly telling me their fishing narratives. They humour me with observations of the eagles.
The native grasses are now beyond my shoulders and the closeness creates that feeling of being watched, a mystical feeling of not being alone. Sometimes, I look to the left and deer are perfectly still and their eyes meet mine. Their eyes are pools of dark liquid, staring. They do not move. We are captivated by one another. If I move at all they flinch or huff and spook into the trees. The coyotes sulk into the tall growth and disappear. It is in this stillness where I discover life, abundantly. I look up and a juvenile eagle is peering at me. The Grey Catbirds, now gone, would remain absolutely still as I slipped by. The Eastern Kingbirds, showmen as they are, perform their antics with seemingly no fear. Their numbers are also dwindling at the river’s edge.
Once, the stillness was broken by the loud slap of a beaver in the quiet eddy to the south. Another time, with my back to the water, I heard a powerful bang and quickly pivoted around to see an Osprey lift up and out of the water, huge fish clutched in its talons. The sounds at the river are mesmerizing…and now, with the tall grasses turning gold, those sounds can be very soft and comforting.
Tansy is changing from brilliant yellow to brown. Leaves drift silently to the ground from the highest canopy. I am in awe that summer is at an end.
Over the coming weeks, the Bald Eagles will eek out their place on the river. Mr. will no longer provide the two youngsters with food. He will evict them and they will begin their struggle to survive through another bitterly cold winter. I don’t have any idea how to end this post because life at the river has no real end. It is a place of beginnings.
I know this. I know that we must challenge everything in the world that does not steward the land and the earth and the air. Life is a brutal thing. Death is brutal. We must protect the little ones. We must leave my grandson this beauty…I can not imagine him not knowing what a world of abundance we were given.
My son, Pat and I attended the first Thursday event on August 1st. Recently, this exhibit includes the work by the amazing Nick Cave. I’m so happy that we had opportunity to enjoy this work. Very provocative, unique and obviously born of tremendous industry. There is also such depth of meaning and I’ve tried to include some of the background here.
First Thursday was a most wonderful evening. I enjoyed the company of both Pat and James. We wandered the gift shop for a while and I found some lovely books for my grandson, things that I’m certain he will enjoy.
I loved the conversation and the company. Another great night in YYC! I’ve heard many people complain that Calgary is a tough city for making connections or sharing in community. My own experience is one where I simply don’t have enough time to take in all of the events that are absolutely accessible. While the sprawl does create a physical distance between many of my friends and myself, it is always a good idea to meet in the middle.
I still enjoyed my time at the river, but at this time, already began to suspect that something was up with the female Bald Eagle. Dad seemed to have assumed all of the duties and there was even the appearance of a sub Adult, maybe 3 or 4 years of age. I took a close up shot of Dad’s talons to confirm that it was him, although I’ve become accustomed to his handsome face.
Hours spent by the river are the best hours. I hope and pray that my grandson will love and respect nature as much as I do. I will do my very best to instill that in him by sharing my joy and delight in the textures, colours, sights, smells and sounds of natural environments.
Snake! Gramma touch.
What a pleasure to make observations of the juveniles. Dad is watching closely.
As Steven’s second birthday comes around, I realize that not only is my house needing a good clean, but I’m really behind in my archives. I’m not writing as frequently. I’m at a stand still in a lot of ways. I’m spending hours and hours at the river’s edge. Here it is August 9, 2019 already and summer is whizzing by! I will always look back on this staycation with gratitude. I’ve been through a lot this past year and even some days during summer, I have experienced hardship and sadness as traumatic events lose their crinkles in my heart and flatten out where I can see them. One after another, the memories of dark times are, in fact, smoothed out and my life of nature, art, friendship and love are able to create a blanket over them.
So, it was a fine morning on July 23, when Linda prepared us a nice picnic lunch and we three headed to the lake. This is a year of construction vehicles and diggers and such marvelous observations at the neighbourhood school and on every roadway. Even the back alley holds its charm.
I am grateful for Linda’s friendship and I treasure every special moment I am able to observe the world with my grandson. Summer 2019
At the river, the family of Bald Eagles is observed with great respect and awe. I view these with such love and feel that the narrative of this little family fills a hole in me, a cliche maybe, but I feel it is so and I sort of understand now why people use it. Otherwise, it’s difficult to articulate what goes on when you lose someone special.
While of very poor quality because of distance, I post the photos of the two adults side by side here because these two are the last two photographs I captured of Mr. and Mrs. together. This is their favourite perch.
There we were at Anderson Station, bright and early. Pat was so very kind to share her Sunday tickets, a gift from Ziggy and family, with me. I will always be grateful because Sunday ended up being a great day for workshops and new discoveries at the Calgary Folk Music Festival!
With an 8:30 departure, we found ourselves setting out our tarp and setting up our lawn chairs at the Main Stage around 10:00. Again, we had a marvelous location and I felt really excited about what the day would hold. I really enjoy Pat’s company, our conversations and the fact that we are both open to adventure and surprises. We brought Pat’s treats for the first part of our morning…nummy B.C. cherries, moist rhubarb cake (love her baking!) a huge bag of Hawkin’s Cheezies and mints, (the hard candy type with the dab of chocolate in the middle).
Walking past the CKUA tent and on our way to the Rigstar Stage 5, we happened upon an interview with Ndidi O. BAM! What a magical start to our day!
After her song, Maybe the Last Time, Pat and I headed to our first workshop of the day, Hear Your Voice at the Rigstar.
This was an eclectic stage, so there wasn’t so much jamming as you might typically experience, but it was a beautifully supportive stage. T. Buckley, Logan Staats, Beverly Glenn-Copeland and Ramy Essam…each one very unique in their approach to both song writing and performance. This was an animated stage. It was a perfect mix and the audience was receptive. Ramy Essam and Beverly Glenn-Copeland were the surprises here.
We didn’t take much of a break because this stage set us up for a powerful day of music. We headed for the Community Natural Foods Stage 6 and set ourselves down along the edge of the tent, but in the shade. The stage show was titled Dance Hall Moonshine and indeed, it was a Dance Hall. On stage; Ndidi O, Valerie June, Cedric Burnside and Yissy Garcia and Bandancha. Cedric Burnside was the surprise here. This show was full of strong beats and drew in the crowds.
We decided to grab our lunch from our Mainstage backpacks and to find spots at Stage 6 again, beginning with Calgary’s own Lab Coast. We moved ourselves quite a distance from the stage because the sound seemed really big (too big)…so, we ate our lunch next to the new Cannabis Consumption site. lol
At 1:55, Fantastic Bombastic began with me moving into a central position under the tent. I knew that this would be a lively stage, featuring musicians; The Harpoonist and the Axe Murder, Sam Lewis, Reel in Dimes and Freak Motif. And it was lively! What fun. This stage got the win for the greatest collaborative jams…there was such chemistry, while all-the-while each musicians particular genre and music was evident. Everyone in the tent was up and moving. It was a very powerful experience.
This stage was the highlight for me. I had marked Beverly Glenn-Copeland’s concert on my map, for 2:20, but there was no way I could see myself leaving bopping stage! Grateful that I caught him in the morning.
Folk fest requires that I enjoy several rituals throughout its course, but given the usual four days, these rituals can be spread over the entire festival. This year, given two days, provided by dear friends, Linda and Pat…I couldn’t possibly do everything. I didn’t take time in the merchandise tent this year, nor did I visit the artisan fair. I did, however, take note of what activities were happening in the children’s section as I imagined my grandson attending next year. One has to prioritize. I didn’t miss iced cold lemonade though and Pat and I got a cup on our way to the Field Law Stage 3.
I thought that because this was Pat’s first folk fest experience, we should go into the Field Law via the beer gardens. Now, typically, folk fest sees me enjoying a single cold beer at this stage. But this year, oh my, given that the Field Law is physically open to the beer gardens, I found it extremely crowded, elbow to elbow and very noisy. Standing room only was located directly in front of the biffs. It just wasn’t my cup of tea although it was evident that the music was phenomenal. I sat for three songs and Pat stood where space was more available on the outside fringe. She was such a good sport. At this stage; Hamsa Hamsa, Ramy Essam, Mdou Moctoar and Cedric Burnside. I was happy that we had earlier enjoyed two of these.
Off we went to the National for Channel Crossers; Jon Langford’s Four Lost Souls, Mekons, Colter Wall and We Banjo 3. In the intense heat of the day, Pat was very observant and found us comfy seats under a tent, compliments of the National. Wowsah! What luck! It was under this tent that a former student dropped by and grabbed a hug and our annual selfie. It always seems I bump into Brent at folk festival. So wonderful to see these young kids grow up! This stage was a bopping Celtic sort of country blend. The sound wasn’t good, although the National stage is usually pretty good. The standout for me, here, was We Banjo 3. They engaged the audience and got things bopping. We greeted Colter Wall after the performance. We thought he was very brave during the stage performance as his placement with the other musicians didn’t seem to be very well thought out. Sound for his very traditional country music was better at the evening stage, but again, not my cup of tea. It’s obvious there is a huge following of this 24 year old’s music, regardless.
By this time, it was time to head for the ATB Mainstage where the lineup included Della Mae, Valerie June, Colter Wall and the finale The Strumbellas. I really found Valerie June was one of the most unique artists, with a very beautiful presence on stage. Funny how she stepped out, put her big green bag down next to the drummer and when she left, she said, “good night” and went and picked up her bag and walked off. No messing around.
Pat and I went, during Colter Wall’s performance to seek out french fries and coffees and returned to our spots with gigantic hot dogs from the Red Wagon food truck. Mine was slathered in cheese, sauerkraut and onion…the onion slightly undercooked. We chowed down while watching Colter’s fans completely engage his music. His vocals are his strength, but for now, he is delivering a lot of covers.
The finale act was very entertaining and the entire island was moving rhythmically side to side and singing along. I love folk fest evenings…the brilliant sky fading from blue to darker blue to black…the lantern parade…huge bubbles spilling into the air…beach balls bouncing through the crowd and finally, on the evening of the 40th anniversary, fireworks! Hugs from friends, Jocelyn and Mark…and we were on our way…another beautiful folk festival thanks to my friends. We crammed a lot of music into our day! Thank you, Pat. Thank you, Ziggy. Thank you, Ziggy’s family!
My friend, Pat, invited me for a beautiful Sunday afternoon experience in the Parkland Community. I have always really enjoyed hearing Pat’s pride in her community and I do see it as an exemplar of what community can be, while living in the suburbs of Calgary. This community has got it ‘going on’ and with the leadership of a few very motivated community members (there are a few in every community) and the hard work, commitment and creativity of a strong membership, Parkland has much to be proud of.
The gates were opened up last Sunday and in the afternoon a gathering of people, carrying their lawn chairs and snacks, arrived at two in the afternoon for two amazing sets of blues music offered by entertaining storyteller, Tim Williams. This weekend, Sunday, will find the attendees enjoying the music of Houston’s Hogan and Moss.
After the relaxing time in the sunshine, Pat and I crossed the road to see the community gardens and the wonderful public art; murals, mosaic and ironwork. Even the siding and landscaping demonstrates the thoughtful investment of the Parkland community. Fantastic stuff. Gratitude to Pat for inviting me into the glory of summer!
New siding, textures and colour for the building.
Vintage signage has been installed, with thoughts of creating a protective covering, so that it will remain an archive of earlier times and the establishment of the original building of the Community Center.
The creation of storage included the narrative of the sorts of programs and offerings come with the membership in this community, including the book club that I so desperately would like to join. (no members outside of the community…dang!)
Friend, Michelena Bamford of Wolf Willow Studio, coordinated and created beautiful mosaic work, along with community members. I love that she included elements of the landscape and wildlife that thrives in our deep south. The book club members contributed by learning how to create mosaic, but also broke up the pieces of glass for others to use. Love this Magpie! It’s a favourite piece!
Animal tracks represent the wildlife typically encountered in our home along the river.
One of the original pieces of art that was created for the community some years ago. I love the nostalgia that this piece captures.
And then there are the gardens…beautiful and carefully planned and maintained!
Not only is this a magical garden, but I enjoyed a magical day in Parkland Community!
The first eaglet fledged five days ago. I made no siting of him yesterday or the day before and no vocalizations, so I was growing worried that he had come to some demise. Last night, it poured rain…it’s just been that sort of summer. If I wasn’t going to get out to Ptarmigan Cirque this morning with my guests from Louisiana (Preston and Angela) due to severe thunder storms, then I was going to get them down to the Bow River to hopefully site Mr. and Mrs.
Initially, we spotted Dad on the horizontal branch on the dead tree across the way. It was pretty obvious it had been a rough night. I took my guests south on the river to see if Mama was on this side in her favourite hang out.
Along the way, I pointed out the American Pelicans and the spot where the juvenile Northern Flickers had been eagerly waiting to fledge.
No Mrs. Hmmm….I thought to myself, “Where can she be?”
I talked to Preston and Angela about skat…pointing out the coyote poop and its contents. By this time, we were soaked to the knees, although the rain had stopped and there was just a sprinkle. The colour and texture of mammal skat is very much impacted by what they have available for food. Just yesterday I found some skat that contained a lot of animal content, likely rabbit fur and the dark colouring was reflective of old blood. To me, this didn’t look so much like the coyote poop I most often observe on my circle.
The skat pictured below contains more berry content and a different texture. This is what I generally think of as coyote skat. I’m pretty certain that yesterday’s sampling (if you do a search, this will be confirmed) was Bobcat skat.
(I’m off topic, right?) It my readers are out in nature a lot, it is important to be able to recognize or identify these clues so that you are somewhat aware of what animals you are sharing space with at the time. This can contribute to your safety in certain situations. But moving on.
By the time we had done our circle and returned to the edge of the river, Mrs. was perched a short distance from Mr. but in an unusual spot for her…balancing on the top of one of the high branches of a tree across from us. We watched both of them for some time and I was feeling very grateful that at the very least Preston was able to see the two adults that I blither on about constantly on social media.
The adults consistently stared downward and so Preston and I talked about what might have happened to the fledgling. Given the silence, I believed that the youngster was at the very least injured, and at the worst, gone. I got a big hug from Preston as we silently acknowledged that the first fledge had come to some sort of end and the adults were doing some grieving. I took the lead as we carried on north along the very edge of the water.
As we came out of the tall grass and made our way onto the bike path, going south, I noticed through the trees that Mom was no longer there. I shouted to the other two that I was going to walk ahead and go down to her roosting tree on our side to see if i could get them a better look. As I came through the clearing and faced the water, my mouth must have fallen open as I saw the juvenile, with much grace and strength, fly directly for me….I shouted out, “He’s coming right into my arms!” And he alighted into a tree branch just above my head.
I was exuberant! (understatement) Quickly, I readied my camera and started snapping. Then, hurriedly, I surmised that he must have followed Mama and I shared that I was heading south on the river to see if I might see her in her favourite tree. Dad remained aloof on the horizontal branch right across from us.
Before launching off, I quickly said to Preston, “I’m still not convinced that this is fledge #1…I will check the nest for Junior #2 once I’ve located Mom.
I rushed ahead and Preston and Angela followed, but when I got to the tree, no Mama. From where I stood, Angela and Preston said, “Look. Is that Mrs?” I did a pivot and there in the tree neighbouring Junior, Mom sat and surveyed all. Back we went.
At this point and after confirming that, indeed, Junior #2 was still disgruntled and sitting on the nest across from us, in my private thoughts, I was thinking how grateful I was that we had such a private showing of these two raptors and that indeed, Junior #1 was safe. I was also thinking how happy I was that we weren’t at Ptarmigan Cirque.
I was snapping photographs of the two when things became even more dramatic and Dad headed for his family. Alighting shoulder to shoulder with the female, she became unbalanced and was knocked off, leaving Dad in her place. She headed north over the water, a tad annoyed. (But that is me personifying the situation…AGAIN.) The following photographs were taken by Preston or Angela.
Preston and Angela, with their phones at the ready, documented this bit of drama as I was just gawking at the goings-on, very much in disbelief. What a wonderful experience.
After watching Dad track a fishing Osprey within his territory for some time, and after sharing our happiness with the experience, we headed home feeling pretty satisfied with our morning in nature.
At home, I whipped up some sausages, eggs and brown beans and toast and we shared in another coffee. I’m so grateful that Junior is doing so well…thriving on the river. I hope that they will make their way back to the island where their environment is less-traveled by human beings. Some days I just feel that creation was made for my pleasure. This was one of those days.
The great thing about having some one with you when you witness such as this, is that you can share in the joy. I’m glad you were with me, Angela and Preston! Oh! And, Max!
The festivities in Cow Town include pancake breakfasts, absolutely everywhere. I’d like to thank the many businesses and the Calgary Stampede Wagon Train for the fabulous and generous contribution of such lovely events across our city. While it is not very often that I find my way down to the grounds, I DO so enjoy the spirit that is demonstrated to even the far reaches of our city at Stampede time. All three of my children participated in very dedicated fashion to the marching band in their young adult years. Now that I am not chasing them around to all of their performances, pancakes is the way I really remain connected to Stampede. Follow me over the coming days, IF YOU CAN!
So far, Auburn Bay Co-Op was a breakfast of champions shared with my friend, Hollee, from Sherwood Park, Alberta. Activities for children included face-painting, balloon sculpture and rope making. The breakfast was so very delicious and for the long winding line up, there were complimentary cheese sticks, bananas and visits with Harvey the Hound. I loved the conversations, the tail wagging of dogs and the enthusiasm of the live band that played after we were seated. A great time was had by all.
Today’s pancake breakfast was hosted by South Calgary Funeral Centre and Crematorium on Macleod Trail. Yes, I know. Initially it seemed a little odd to me, also. But, let’s face it, there IS a lot of stigma around death and dying. I have learned the last ten years just how deeply and sadly, death of loved ones can impact every moment of every day, likely for the rest of your life. However, I’ve also learned that death is a part of life and the folks that work at these funeral ‘homes’ have a tough job and they have, in my experience, chosen to do it well.
(By the way, folks, once and awhile, please speak my brother’s name. Please mention him. Remember him. And please, ask how I’m doing.)
So, off we went for pancakes at the Funeral Home!! What??? Blueberries and Whipped Cream? You’re kidding! Nummers! And, delicious orange juice! John Wayne oldies playing on a the big screen all the while. Grandson, Steven, was in his glory and consumed a full adult portion! After that, a walk around a florist fridge and back alley building equipment!
I highly recommend getting out in your city this week! There is a lot going on and most of it involves food!