Proud Empire State Building

Playing with collages

Colors and patterns...

Bar tools = work toys

Insomnia saves the day

When a box filled with cookies gets dropped off at the bar from the
shop around the corner the bar staff gets very happy... =)

Indoor sun

When it was raining last night I wanted to at least have some sun
inside... Thinking it might lure the sun out and seems like it worked;
judging by today's weather =)

Cool

Fascinated by how ice melts...

Bar photos

Non alcoholic drink to start the workday

Spec note book. Well used.

What's in the vase today... while time stands still.

Rainy Friday

So... I realized that I don't write much anymore. I work a lot these days. At a job that I love. I bartend at a cocktail bar in Manhattan, with fantastic drinks; that I'm having a fun and creative time making. The only downside to bartending is that it's long hours and the opposite hours of the rest of the world...at least so it feels at times. However, that's sometimes what I like about it too though it doesn't leave me with much time nor energy to do that much else. ...Maybe part of the reason why I don't write that much. What I do do is taking pictures. Silly things for Instagram for example. Sometimes artsy. Sometimes, often rather, of drinks or other details at work. So why not put this blog to some use...? I was thinking along the lines of a photo diary. Lets see how that goes! =)

Starting today with this since it's a rainy day...

With your breath you take mine away, swiftly without remorse. You pause, just to,  with a seemingly random timing, attack again. You sweep over my hair, combing through it, throw it over my shoulder and back into my face, almost blinding me. When I pull it away you stroke my ears, making them so cold they'd be numb if it wasn't for the pinching pain. Just like my hands that I'm trying to hide away from you. I shiver and tremblingly sigh, you're almost making me lose my breath again. You're all around me and for a moment I can swear you're inside of me, freezing my bones and my flesh from the inside.

 I do not like you much, and I'm not too fond of your touch, you chilly force of nature, you New York wind. 

January 9th

Wrote this long ago but never posted. I think it's time to do so.

I knew before I heard the news it would be the worst day in my life.
Trying to grasp the ungraspable.
What was never allowed to happen finally hit like an evil scornful punch by the devil hard in my stomach, right before he tore my heart out.
It doesn't make sense, it's not logical and not possible.
I know at some point I'll have to accept it. I'll have to forgive.
But the walls of my reality have crumbled down and I'm standing alone in the ruins. Any voice and any hand would help right now. I can gratefully feel them but I'm not strong enough to reach them.
For you, only for you, I have to try to pull myself up, do what I have to do and beyond.
I will try.

To fly

So low in the sky it shines straight into your eyes
Blinded by the brightest light you can still feel the warmth from the setting sun.
A wing
is aching with will to fly
Hidden behind your back
Not visible to anyone but me
It rests in despair
Longing to stretch and take you to new heights.
Reminded by every breeze how masses of air feels underneath you.
You constantly fail to recognize your unlikely and magical ability.
Impossible you say and blame logic
Denying what's obvious to me.
I feel insulted and ridiculed by you
But then you smile and your eyes mirrors the warmth from the sun.
Well if you can fly
A wing can cry
But you can't fly because you're not realizing
And the wing doesn't cry because it doesn't have eyes that can look at me the way you do.