68 Years on the Planet: What have we learned?

Time telescopes

Some events in your life suddenly snap into focus from a distance of decades past. 

A thought, a smell, a taste

The alchemy of time

A cocktail of memory and invention. 

Time fades

Ephemeral

Sepia toned

The pain will pass if you let it

But it can come back strong and in full color

Avert your gaze. 

Time is fluid

Rushing past

At the speed of dark

Leaving sandy seconds in your hands

Slipping between your fingers

Quiet eddies and swift rapids

Go ahead

Make a plan

Hear God chuckle. 

Time is a liar

Directing your gaze 

To the past, the future

Anywhere but now

This moment the only

Real thing

Now it’s gone

Gone again

Again and again and again

Memories stacked in cords

Like wet firewood. 

Time cannot control love

Because love lives

Outside the tyranny of time

Never dies

Doesn’t seem to age

Once formed

Love exists

It’s own thing

Eternal

Hot as a two dollar pistol

And yet icy and sharp. 

Love

The enemy of time

I remember

But can’t recall

A trick of time

Memories hoarded

Precariously

Smooth stones in mountain streams

Might sit there forever

Might fall over in the next minute

Might not

Time will tell

But love keeps its mouth shut. 

Time carved caves

In my chest

I filled them

With  crystalline carvings of people

I love and loved

Plus the souls of dogs

And one cat.

Time

Can’t exist without music

The notes illuminate

The hidden rhythms

Designed to elude your grasp

Until a song 

Paints a portrait

And hangs it where

You can find it later

With the aid of a strummed string

A blown horn

And the sweet voices

Straining against the world. 

Time is steady

Until it isn’t

Warm until cold

Surprisingly illusive

It sometimes it just evaporates

Until a glance at a clock’s face

Reveals

Hours have passed

Without notice

Just gone. 

Inner City Hummingbird

When we moved to inner city North Nashville, our yard was a dead zone … traumatized by construction, compacted, weedy yard … but through diligent efforts over a two year period we’ve created an urban oasis. A great sign of health in the yard is the appearance of hummingbirds feeding on a trellis of honeysuckle.

The Newspaper

It’s there

Lying in the fresh cut grass

Wrapped in an impossibly thin plastic bag

Drawn tight against its muscular rolled pages

I feel the strain of those who created this ballet of words and images

Reporters (called by a President the last of the talented poor)

Hoping to turn a phrase and retire to television’s lap of ephemeral luxury

Sullen photographers with purloined badges in windbreaker pockets

World weary editors hacking away the rhetorical underbrush

Remembering their reporting days with harsh judgment

Designers sliding the electrons around

Cutting off the bottom three graphs

To make a photo just a little larger

Ignoring the stack of empty spaces

Where advertising will reside in truculent support

A printer with ink under his fingernails

Who, as a matter of principle, won’t read the paper

Until it is properly presented in his own gravel driveway

Truck drivers hammering water out of potholes

A mother of two, up at four in a busted up Corolla

Flinging a paper into every twentieth ditch, yard, driveway

My ritual begins

Reading, turning pages

A headline and three paragraphs

And they better be good or I’m moving on

Ink rubbing off on my fingers

Always something delightful disturbing lovely bleak hopeful

And, then, its done

The paper, so valuable and mysterious moments ago, dead now

Read, exhausted, spent

Tossed away without a thought

Prague, Czech Republic

What a joy it is to discover a wonderful city of which I had practically no knowledge.

A delightful, complicated clock at the city center.

Breathtaking architecture.

The beauty is in the details.

Interior of the cathedral near Prague Castle.

We enjoyed lunch in this old bell tower converted to a restaurant.

There were once 12 massive bells in the tower. During Nazi occupation, soldier melted down 11 of the bells to make ammunition. This is the only bell that survived.

A delightful treat: Chimney Cakes. Roasted over open flames and filled with Nutella and whipped cream.

One of my most moving experiences was the Old Jewish Cemetery. Room after room with the names of those killed in the Holocausts. The scale and weight of the sorrow stayed with me.

Families who visit the cemetery leave pebbles on the gravestones to illustrate their relatives are not forgotten.

I surprised ruby with a visit to a jazz club.

A visit to the Museum of Communism was an unexpected pleasure.

Delicious roasted meats were on offer at the Christmas Market.

Beautiful details on buildings throughout Prague.

A parting image of Prague, with the old reflected in the windows of the new.

Vienna, Austria

Superb Christmas markets throughout the city. A night out with friends.

Out little Christmas Tree.

Dog-shaped wreath.

Magnificent architectural detail.

We loved this little restaurant with cups and kitchen utensils handing from the chandeliers.

Christmas morning.

A concert by the Royal Vienna Orchestra in an elaborate venue.

Cici Palace.

Elaborate folded napkins.

Budapest, Hungary

New Answer to the Question: If you could live anywhere in the world and had to decide right now, where would you live?

I loved everything about Budapest. Ruby and I play a game where we ask the question: If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live? My answer has always been Florence, Italy. Until I experienced Budapest.

We loved everything about Budapest. The Christmas Market. The center city. The people.

A whole cooked pig at the Budapest Christmas Market.

The baths, fed by natural hot springs, were spectacular.

One of the great meals of our trip, maybe our life, at Bombay Budapest.

Budapest is a sophisticated city with just a little grit.

Zagreb, Croatia

Our first night in Central Europe was in Zagreb. There was a celebration of the national team for its excellent showing in the World Cup.

An artful and ancient city.

Peasant woman.

Cobblestones.

The umbrella is a national symbol.