Archives for May 2018

Drying towels on the branches of an oak tree.

Sliding doors, neon signs and lush green growth.

Camping in the forest with its own subway station, it is challenging.

It is rewarding.

Crafting ceremonies to create calm.

Drafting the plans for a new world of wonders.

There was a World of Wonders which was copyrighted and protected by a showman and a showgirl (that’s the way it was then),

We are beyond that now.

Are we “better”…have we grown….are we wiser?

We care not, for we laughed door to door, we giggled downstream and we grew fonder of the neighbors.

It was called an Indonesian Sunset.

People watched from a park bench in Hyde Park, London.

It was called a Sudanese Sunrise.

Viewed from the twentieth floor of an apartment building in Philadelphia.

Cheddar Cheese, but it came from an ocean away from the Cheddar Gorge or the Cheddar chasms.

Authentic.

Pure copper carries the message.

The signal may or may not be the story.

The mineral content sets the tone.

Grown on the eastern slopes of dreams, our wine has been called an elixir.

Perhaps just a taste.

We imagine the shade of a shack.

They served iced root beer, ouzo and grappa.

Water? Yes, but it comes with a “real” drink.

It was ok when this was a thing said in mountain villages.

However, most detrimental when used as bravado by city gauchos meeting in chintzy cocktail bars after work, by the lake of the bankers.