Archives for 2017

There are times when each one of us needs to toll the bell. Nobody else will.

Action may speak louder than words, regret at inaction knows no words. 

A rainbow inspires some. 

The sun tans, warms and illuminates.

Fresh paint waits to announce its true hue. 

We are waiting for you.

We are happy to announce the results of the tampered-with opinion poll.

Ninety-nine percent are in favor of what we want, so we welcome them to the party.

Free expression is guaranteed for those who vote for us.

Does it matter?

The magic principle, the holy grail, the nirvana they were looking for was actually a parking space.

Dining on new paint, the room looked spic and span (clean and new for those who need this translated).

The rythm of percussive paint brushes had people swaying to the brush strokes.

We are all paint now, that’s what they told us – it sounded good even if we had no clue what it meant.

The high-wire act wins.

Gifts for you.

Mixtures of packaging styles from many countries.

The store is unusual, a shop that sells packs of herbs and seasoning from so many countries that you are lucky to find something in a script you read while in high school.

This is a real adventure. The wonder of packages where the contents are more often a mystery, a novelty, pure guesswork. 

There is no name brand “recognition”, and most visible contents do not fit the old presumptions.

In this case it is tempting not to ask for help of a store employee, for that would eliminate the surprise and magical discovery of the new and exotic.

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Round with a white center and barber-shop-pole red dashes on the outside perimeter.

– Minty.

Green with numbers and a time stamp.

– Happy parking.

Glimpses of a wavy, rippling blue between the tree leaves.

– The ocean beyond.

A flashing red light.

– Stop and decide when it’s a good time to go on.

Green light.

– Thanks, I was waiting for that.

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