play's the thing

play's the thing

choose to

in madrid, stumbled upon this artwork of felix's.

life has unending sweetness. we can share it.

that's what felix did.

i know of no power greater than truth, no emotion greater than compassion,

no quality equal to generosity of spirit.

call truth what you will. find it in your heart, subject it to the knowledge of your gut.

don't hide, don't run, don't bury it. please.

have fun. taste the sweetness in life. turn towards it.

choose to believe that we are all in this as one.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was der Mode Schwert geteilt;

Bettler werden Fürstenbrüder,

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

friedrich schiller,

ode to joy

Weimar Color

While visiting the Goethe Haus,

and the Schiller Haus, it became

quite apparent that the colors in

Weimar were strikingly beautiful.

There seemed to be little fear of a good splash of bold.

All in all, an unexpected treat.

It brought a great deal of joy.

Who would have thought color

could do such an amazing job of

revitalizing an ancient city? It did.

Later, walking just a few streets away

from the center of town, most of the buildings

were far more muted. They retained a ghostly

presence, the shadow of living under another

government in another time (not so very long ago).

Wandering back into the heart of the city, you could

pretty much feel your blood start pumping once more;

the shadows gave way to the realization that

you'd never think about color the same way again.

schiller