Number 4

That's how many times I have tried to upload this Blip unsuccessfully.

This picture struck me today. I took at a park on Pappallee. It is a graveyard from before the late 1800's. It's directly in the middle of our neighborhood and such a brilliant picture of contrast. I walk in and it reminds me that everything was not lost when the wars ravaged this city. The proud trees blanket the park with their regal branches and plush leaves, the brilliant sun forces through like a spot light on patches of grass and wild clover and dusts the happy faces of children playing on it's hallowed ground.

In the back left corner is a mass grave, a grim reminder of the brutality of the final days of the last world war. It stands directly opposite a children's play area with a bucket swing, a faux antigue green spicket with a maze of wooden receiving bins underneath and a jungley set of monkey "bars" which are thick white rope and seem far more fun than the traditional metal bars.

Berlin has started it's days with sunny blue skies and ended with lightening storms and rain. I've been feeling about the same, waking up to a sense of newness and finishing a bit worn down and aware that days and life are filled with surprises, and details... Ugh, how I hate details. I sense, like the weather, it is but a season. And we can do anything for a little while, right?