Blogging is by definition all about writing. I love to write, I'm compelled to observe Berlin life. I live in Berlin, so my blogging tends to be about Berlin, the streets, the people I observe. Berlin's streets are punctuated by side streets Continue Reading
Fragments of Memory that Exit Through the Out-Door
Our memories are not to be relied on. Carl Jung, the psychoanalyst, said, “ The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong. ” That sounds about right. I’ve lived in a city for forty-years. Before Continue Reading
A Tapestry of Thoughts
Each thought that we have, is a prompt to action. That’s it, that’s all. Recently, I’ve been busy thinking about all sorts. Photography, graphics, writing, loss and death, and the mystery of cats. I’m 62 years old. Days pass Continue Reading
Strange Feelings about Heroes, Life and Writing
I often think about how to increase my income. Always whittling my ideas down to a nut, attempting to find fault, attempting to prove its worth. Sometimes, I’ll read a book on business ideas, or marketing, or the infamous practice of “niching Continue Reading