Years ago I heard the advice, "Don't take pictures while on vacation, just focus on the experience." This turned out to be terrible guidance for me. In my late 30s I started taking more pictures. This activity helps to cement memories that would otherwise be lost whether on vacation or just going somewhere on the weekend. In this blog I share the memories and stories inspired by my pictures.
It was like no hotel room I'd ever been in before
Too quaint
Too nice
Too much history
The wooden dresser
Polished by hand and by age
Instead of machine
I was uncomfortable as I sat in the quiet
Outside my window I watched the water dance in the canal
As dusk drew darker a string of lights popped on
Illuminating what was once old Europe
And I grew sad
I sat in the office
The one with the peach colored walls
Watching the dust dance in the light
Between the window and the wrong colored wood
Of the desk where I lay my head
While picturing the beautiful girl
In the middle of that uncomfortable party
Twenty years ago
Long lost to reality
But not to my imagination
The windows cry
They're more than thirty years old
I look through the salt stained streaks
Crooked
Watching the barren tree limbs
Twist in the late winter wind
Heavy broken branches hang vertically
Held by peers unable to let go
Dangling in the sunlight calling for spring
