Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The architecture of the Kansas City Public Library 


inspired a group of young people to create this in Russia.


I wish they were my snapshots.

Friday, July 25, 2014

A spot

This is the culprit.  A spot in a bathroom tile.

Ever since I moved into this apartment 6 years ago this spot in a faulty bathroom tile causes me to be troubled and not only when I do my house cleaning.  Seeing this is as bad as seeing each dust particle flying in the air through the rays of sunshine inside my apartment.  Nothing I can do about these bothersome things short of putting the blinds down or changing the tile or tell myself how lucky I am to have nothing more to fret about.
Finally today I opted for the last-mentioned after I had proceeded to clean the next room where I banged my head on an open cupboard door.  Whenever I bang my head I question the thoughts I was entertaining at that particular 'bang' moment and always realize that they were thoughts which I needed to stop immediately or as soon as possible.  Thoughts such as in this instance "what will people think when they see this spot?"   
My sister-in-law came out of the bathroom after her first visit to this new dwelling of mine
laughing as she was telling me that she tried to clean that spot.  

Now l look at it and see the sun and ask for more appropriate but soft head bangs.  

Monday, July 21, 2014


The Sivananda Ashram Yoga Camp and their Temple are nestled in the woods on the mountain across the street from here.  Yesterday they celebrated Kavadi, a religious Hindu festival.  Offering of a Kavadi  filled with self-torture and suffering at every step promises peace and good luck.
It is said that thousands of devotees attend - yes, no parking to be found in a radius of 3 km.  They drive in from near and far and all hope to be amongst the first ones to arrive in order to park as close as possible to the Ashram.  The  procession starts at 9.30 in the morning and ends at  3 in the afternoon. They walk on gravel and asphalt. 

                                             The first ones are arriving

the young ones flashed their feet in a different way

This man rolled down the entire stretch of more than 1 km paved road

and this devotee seems to have needed to impose the severest penance on himself

Maybe I should have photographed more of the beautiful dresses but I overcame my shyness to late to do so.