Sometimes bad shit happens and life sucks. But so far, at least for me, a little while later, life sends you a little “pick-me-up”. However, you have to recognize it as such, in order to get the balancing effect. If you don’t recognize these little positive events in yor life, you’ve missed a beautiful highlight…..and that would be a major bummer, wouldn’t it.
We had breakfast today where I had mixed fruit smoothie with strawberries . The strawberries were cut and arranged such that they made big fat kisses from inside the glass.
That’s the way to start a day.
Cheers Markus \m/
Today, I do not have a single specific topic, but more of a mixed bag – a potpourri, if you will. I have had a lousy day and I wanted to get the stupid stuff off my mind, so I immersed myself in a few photos.
We start with Bangkok. The elevated pedestrian path hovering over the intersection near MBK, BACC and Siam Center was renovated recently. As part of the architecture they put up parasols, with paintings by local artists. This is one of these parasols – it allows the eyes to wander and explore.
While in Germany, we went for walks and enjoyed the fresh mountain air and the occasional whiffs of “dairy-air”.
I love this picture, because of the shy expression the calf gives me and the camera. On second thought – I must admit – I am thinking “Wiener Schnitzel”.
While in Füssen, we walked along the River Lech, when I saw this motive. I it beautifully confusing and requires the observer to immerse oneself into the image to see what’s what.
We also found a great Viennese Cafe. A Vienna woman and her husband ran the place. She was the real deal and so were their hot chocolates and cakes – Applestrudel and Marillenstrudel – “Good Times, I cherish these moments”.I will close with a little street-art, which we found underneath a bridge. I love the color contrast and the contrast in motive.
Alright, dear readership. Stay Sharp and don’t let the stupid stuff get to you….and yes, I know this can be a challenge at times.
Cheers Markus \m/
A few months ago, a good friend of mine sent me a poem to put some perspective on a situation I found myself in. The poem itself was notnwritten as anpoem, but as a speech given by Theodore Roosevelt in 1910. It resonated with me a lot, because it captures, considers and appreciates the situation of people in the dirt amd in the trenches, performin the actual work. It does not judge the outcome per se, but instead considers the relationship between the people putting in an honest effort to do the right thing and the people passing judgement from the convenience of a spectator perspective.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
“Now go kick some ass.”
The last sentence, my friend added to bring a speech from 1910 to 2017.
Now, stay sharp and pay attention to when you are “the man in the arena” and when you pass quick judgement from the comforts of being a spectator.
Cheers Markus \m/
Versus last week’s reality….
Tough choice, right….?
I was looking out over Bangkok this morning, as I had my cup of tea….hanging on to my thoughts. As I stared into the jungle of concrete, pollution, noise and smells, it occurred to me, that now even twenty four hours earlier my view with my tea cup in hand was vastly different. It kept me me a lot calmer and more comfortable, more positive if you will. The air was cleaner, more crisp – and without a stench. The surroundings were a lot more quiet and calming. In Bangkok, when it rains it is like nature wants to clean itself….in vain. In the Alps when it rains, the rain brings life. Afterwards the pastures are just a tad greener and the air just a bit cleaner and your nose just can’t escape the smells of flowers and grasses blooming – heck, even a field freshly covered in cow-dung smells great (or as a mid-western farmer’s son would say:”Ah, the smell of money.”
With all these thoughts in my head and sipping on my tea, I sketched what I saw with my own eyes and what I really wanted to see.
What I saw…
What I wanted to see…
Alright, enough philosophizing.
You, my dear gang, stay sharp and keep and eye out for your little places you’d rather be.
Cheers Markus \m/
The last few days were abaolutely great. Life had been great and pretty simple. We spent the last seven days with good friends and enjoyed each others company and the area. We had great conversations and a few really good laughs.
The grand ski jump in Oberstdorf, Germany. Over the new year’s break it will be inaugurated. The photo does not do the size justice – it is scary high and big and intimidating.
Nature presents itaelf as very pristine and really from its absolutely best. Heck, even the milk cows are assuming a pose.
And so are the sunflowers. I love it here – Quality Of Life….that’s what I say!
Stay sharp and cheers
My neighbors got a cat. It is a cute black, brown and white kitten. Really cute as a button. I like cats when they are on my lap and we cuddle and they purr. The cat is called Schuffi a cuddly-cutesy pet name. But as far as cars go, she is no dog. What I mean by that is that unlike a dog, where the dog and the owner form a real bond, she is a cat and cats have attitude and – by golly – they have their own head.
So, Schnuffi comes meowing for affection, rubs her slender body against my ankle until I pick her up.
Then she rewards me with a few purrs.
Then she gives me this quizzical look that says, “Why don’t we go inside and curl up on the couch?” and I say “No”. Then being a cat she looks at me with some disgust and swaggers away, looking around curiously and ignoring me utterly.
And I, what do I do? I write this entry to share my hurt feelings with you, that I have been rejected by a cat. And that where I really love cats…..just not in my place.