Fake cow with udders that can be milked- at a milk farm in Manheim, PA
Peacock kite- wonder how it flies- at Seaport Village, San Diego, CA
This contraption is made out of “bathroom fittings”- can anyone decipher what it means?- At the Museum of Art and Design, New York City
This one is easy, as long as I look outside the US..Here are some old buildings from India, Italy and Turkey.
Amber Fort, Jaipur, India (built in 1592)
The Colosseum, Rome, Italy (built in AD 80)
The Sultanahmet Mosque, Istanbul, Turkey (built in 1609)
Hawa Mahal, Jaipur, India, built in 1799
Doge’s Palace, Venice, Italy (completed and opened in 1424)
In response to “The Daily Post”:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/food-for-the-soul-and-the-stomach/
Olfactory memories strong
Etched in my mind forever
The hearth to which they belong
The kitchen I can forget never
The spices ground by hand
The freshly picked herbs fragrant
Could flavor any food bland
Could bring back home a vagrant..
The kitchen ruled by my mother
Where magic she used to create
Food that could douse my hunger
My soul it could satiate
Here I am, far, far away
From my land, my home, my mother
Memories of that food I have every day
Food for the soul like no other.
In response to: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/ephemeral/
Life is a dream ephemeral
Gone in the blink of an eye
It is the truth eternal
Everything is born to die
Cherry Blossoms
Rainbow- the epitome of something ephemeral
The Old Faithful geyser at Yellowstone National Park, which erupts for a brief duration
Blooming flowers
In the lap of nature
In the scenic outdoors
All the outstanding features
Of the landscape I explore
St. Mary’s Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana
At the Bridal Veil Falls, Yosemite National Park, California
Lake Tahoe, California
Somewhere in Maine
On one of the cays of the Caribbean, The Bahamas
Embarcadero Marina, San Diego, California
Frustration at its peak
Solutions, evasive, I seek
Helpless here I feel
Find myself losing zeal
Climbing a wall insurmountable
Facing obstacles indescribable
I question myself if it is worthwhile
To keep on fighting till the end of the mile
Or just reconcile with my situation
And spare myself the pain of desperation…
**
This is a conundrum with no solution
I agonize over it like an obsession
Myself I should change, I guess that is true
Maybe my circumstances will change too..
View of the Caribbean from a cruise ship
Palm tree-lined streets of Southern California
Path through the Balboa Park, San Diego
Staircase at the Hotel del Coronado, Coronado Island, San Diego, CA
Along the banks of Folsom Lake, Folsom, CA
I left the venerable shores
Of a land that was my own
I closed behind me the doors
Leading to places where I had grown
Driven by a sense of adventure
The excitement of exploration
The promise of a greener pasture
Or all of above, in combination
The years went by trying to settle
I was lost in acclimatization
Trying to prove my mettle
Undergoing cultural desensitization
As time passed by I realized
How touch with my roots I was losing
The cultural heritage I had prized
Was out of my conscience oozing…
In panic, I tried to grab, to hold on
To the threads that were my connection
To the hallowed land where I was born
To the country that gave me direction
Memories embedded I brought to the surface
The smell of the soil was etched in my brain
Songs I grew up with, the colorful verses
Sights of my country I dreamt of again
***
So this is how through life I float
With one foot in each country’s boat
Mixing language, culture and tradition
I live my life in a rich amalgamation.
Norodom Sihanouk
There was a time when I believed
Everything that people said
Everywhere, transparency I perceived
Between the lines I never read
Inexperienced was I in the world’s ways
Oh how I wish I had had some insight
I wish I had not spent precious days
Believing lies while truth was in plain sight.
Alas when I learnt about deception
That did surround me in clever disguises
Not only did it alter my perception
It did introduce me to similar vices…
I learnt to lie, myself I had to save
Being secretive I had to learn to be
I learnt to put up a front brave
Trying to hide my dishonesty.
**
How I sometimes wish I could have remained
As simple and guileless as I had been
I wish from lying I could have refrained
If only deception I had never seen!
**
I want to confess my sins today
Sleep has been snatched by my conscience
All I want to do is kneel and pray
For all my lies, I am suffering the consequence.
Statue of Benjamin Franklin at the Franklin Institute, Philadelphia bathed in mauve light
Mauve flowers
Diagnosis is not the end, but the beginning of practice. ~Martin H. Fischer
The thrill of a rare
Diagnosis you made
You are suddenly aware
Of praise and accolades
You grin from ear to ear
You brim with a confidence new
Reading diligently year after year
Has finally been fruitful for you
Satisfied your inner clinician
Satiated intellectual curiosity
You stumped the average physician
You displayed your capacity.
***
Basking in the glory
Of a success that is yours
You suddenly feel sorry
When you realize the course
Of a patient’s condition
Has been altered forever
Now you proceed with caution
The monstrous news to deliver
Your diagnostic acumen
Suddenly loses importance
There is no curative regimen
You’ve given the death sentence..
