The Last Ride

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The day after we arrived in Dresden we were driven out to the Swiss-Saxony National Park.  It has some amazing rock formations.  There was some rock climbing that I didn’t get to do but the views were amazing.

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Once we reached Dresden it was the end of our bike tour.  So our guides treated us all to dinner at a great seafood restaurant called Kastenmeiers.  It was a great way to spend the night.

 

 

 

So Many Pickles

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Our fearless leaders with the boat guide and two of the other cyclists.. I ate a lot of liver that night.

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We biked through a town with cool sculptures on the way to a pickle factory.  There is a story that goes with the statues but it was all in German so I can’t tell you what it was.

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tasting the different pickles

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And then we went back to the hotel.

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On the way to Dresden

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On our travels we stopped at Meissen, a porcelain manufacturer that started in 1710.  It makes and paints all its porcelain by hand, using techniques from when it was founded.  When we went to the factory it had a really cool exhibit of work by contemporary artists.  The artists were from the Middle East, Europe, and Asia. I saw one expat’s work.  It was a really great representation of different cultures with references with how they used to, and how they currently use porcelain.  I wrote down some but not all of the artist’s names.  If you want to look them up here they are:

Khaled Al-Saai,  Rokneddin and Rokni Haerizadeh,  Birgit Dieker, Xiao Hui Wang, Nja Mahdaoui, and Frank Michaelis

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This trip ended in the historical part of Dresden.

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Starting in Berlin

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I’ve been on vacation for the past couple weeks in Germany and the Czech Republic.  It was amazing to say the least and I got to learn a lot during my travels as well as meet some fun and interesting people.  So I know this is not my usual painting, but I’ve decided to share my scrap book and photos from the trip.  So to Berlin we go!!

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The Hotel

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WWII

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Markers for where Jews lived before the Holocaust

Markers for where Jews lived before the Holocaust

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Hitler died in a bunker under this parking lot.

The Berlin Wall

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Checkpoint Charlie

Checkpoint Charlie

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Lugubrious

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Lugubrious

I have such heavy words

Weighing on my head

They lumber around

Going unsaid

I feel rather lead-footed

A bit down in the mouth

If only these heavy words had a way of coming out

Some people think me sober

Absorbed in something glum

If only there was something light

That I could ponder on

Maybe some people have effervescent thoughts

But I think for now the word I have is lugubrious 

I am a constellation

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I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

My mind lingers

On their wondrous forms

this face, these toes, these fingers

Singing together

To make a concert of sorts

I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

I have some very fine organs

What I like most is my heart

I feel it pumping and squeezing

As my arms and legs do move

With the rise and fall of my emotions

Fast fast, slow it goes with my mood

If all else does not make sense

The world far to big

I will return to my body

And ponder the world within

The things in constant motion

That spin on their own

And do not worry about how or why

Things go as they go

If you got this far, thank you for reading.  I’ve been writing these poems and wanting to share them.  So more are coming and I hope you will enjoy reading.

On the Metro

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My friend Jessica Farley wrote me this poem in response to one of the drawings above.  Hope you enjoy.

 

Riding trains

It’s the sea-like lurch,
buckling then release,
waves and songs we search
to find meaning in to be.
I hear the metal orca song
in the background as he listens
to lyrics stretched just right and wrong,
some kinda jazz — man on a mission.
His eyes pull and shrink with age
neatly carved glasses light his sight.
Concave, convex shape the sage
blessed to see and hear the night.
Before we go down underground
this simple man shines rays in halo
enamored over what I’ve found,
this everyday angel in the metro.
His light is plain like Sun,
it inspires me to breathe
deep like wild blue rivers run,
verse in Creation I believe.
We ride the lines, together trip
over red, green, silver, yellow
until he slips through the grip
of doors meeting Heavenly fellows.
Past the angel in new blue seats
a couple counts their dreams,
unaware – love indiscreet,
touch makes life like prisms gleam.
They love like galactic clusters
of gas, color, and fueled up fire,
like raw elements in their luster
drawn to union in Space’s gyre.
There’s hush amid wondrous strangers
I long to share every inch — my story —
Yearn to make friends within lacquered languor
That peels off mundane into glory.
Here on Earth and down in dirt
I ride and watch people as I listen
to the wild tales that give life worth
till the train to sky has risen.