While Stopped on West End Bridge

There’s a stop light at the end of the bridge. When it was red, this was my vantage point of the city. Then I was joined by the silver car in the left lane.

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Greens and Beans at Cucina Vitale

The perfect beginning to a lovely birthday dinner.

Greens and beans. “Escarole, Northern Beans, Garlic, Shallots, White Wine, & Parmesan”

My friend V and I shared this delicious appetizer.  You might have seen it from our last visit to this restaurant on the Southside, Cucina Vitale. Know it’s cash only, BYOB and reservations are necessary for dinner.

Bon Appetit article

 

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Romeo und Romeo Cafe in Berlin

Romeo und Romeo Cafe in Berlin. Schoenberg neighborhood on our way to shop at KaDeWe

A six word Saturday.

  The middle close up shot of the sign taken by my DIL.

Here’s a Six Word Saturday post about the official originator of the concept and the one who is carrying it on now.

June Gallery of Roses in Berlin

The first photo a rose bouquet I purchased from the Winterfeldplatz Market. The other roses seen while walking.

Rose season in full bloom.

At all stages of blossoming,  they are lovely to see.  When I went to find rose quotations to accompany the photos  there were over three hundred to choose from including the mention of thorns, of course.

 Decided on a single most well known quotation spoken by Juliet but I’m sure more thoughts on roses will come to your own mind.

(And on a side note Kiez Eis https://kiezeis.de/ on Winterfeld Strasse is featuring Rosewasser Ice Cream in addition to the rhubarb and asparagus flavors I’ve mentioned recently.)

“WHAT’S IN A NAME? THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE,  BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET.” 

    Juliet  William Shakespeare 

Found Dried Corsage From Unknown Occasion

Found while cleaning.

Dried corsage from an unknown occasion. It was resting  inside an opaque ceramic lidded box. And now that I look at it, boutonnière seems a more apt description. But here’s the thing- Preserved to remember a special occasion?  A sentimental moment. And I’ve not a clue what it could be.

I’m certain other people wear the flowers for the occasion, remove them from their clothing, then slip them into the trash.

 

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Two Roads Diverged in a Green Wood

We were on our way to a First Communion Party a week ago and my Daughter- in-Law was driving. When we saw the two branches of road in front of us, The Road Not Taken, the poem by Robert Frost, came to mind. Yes, these woods are a new Spring green, not a yellow wood, but poetic/blogging license?
When I went to find the actual poem I found this interesting Paris Review article by David Orr*.  Here’s a quote from his article, The Most Misread Poem in America (click here )
Go to the article and read about a 2008 New Zealand Ford Co Car Commercial which uses the poem without even giving credit to Robert Frost! If you want to consider the variances in interpretation of Frost’s poem you will find the article enlightening.
“Given the pervasiveness of Frost’s lines, it should come as no surprise that the popularity of “The Road Not Taken” appears to exceed that of every other major twentieth-century American poem, including those often considered more central to the modern (and modernist) era.”   
 Author Orr listed the GOOGLE stats of searches to prove it!  Who knew this particular was so popular?
Parts of verses still stick in my mind and when I saw this scene in the woods, they came right up. When I was in grade school, we had to memorize a poem a week and recite it from memory.
    The Road Not Taken 
                                                   by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(By the way, we took the right of the fork)
*from the article
David Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. He is the winner of the Nona Balakian Prize from the National Book Critics Circle, and his writing has appeared in The New YorkerPoetrySlate, and The Yale Review.
 

Forbes Digital Plaza at Bouquet Street


I was parked at the curb. Thought I was hearing an electronic musician.   When I saw the huge screen I had to

get out of the car and document what turned out to be Forbes Digital Plaza
on the way home it started to pour. Good thing Steve was driving. East Liberty Intersection.

Www.forbesplaza.org

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