creativity has no rules

Hello Burgundy Red ink, said the twenty-five year old Mont Blanc piston driven fountain pen.

I've missed your blazing color.

The technician at MB in Bangkok repaired the pen.

She spent three months at MB in Hong Kong for service and repair training.

She replaced the mechanism below the nib and cleaned everything.

It feels new. Ink flows. Medium point.

Blue and black ink survived, danced and sang across paper.

Red joined the chorus.  

Have ink. Will travel.

new direction

Keep staring. I might do a trick.

Three days in BK on a visa run. 

Have you ever seen a visa run?

They are fast.

Escaping predators. Visa eaters are hungry. 

Then, the slow steady ten hour train from Yangon to eastern Mawlamyine in Mon State. Orwell served as a policeman here when he wrote "Shooting an Elephant."

Original rock and roll, up and down, see-saw, rolling rusty stock. Bliss.

Ride the rails.

Delightful flat farmland, harvests, fields, rice paddies shimmer green, white oxen pulling wooden carts loaded with hay, elevations, golden pagodas, rivers. 

A slow gentle rhythm. Choo-choo.

Magic Piano

Eighteen Myanmar students in an Intermediate class speak about their future dream.

Seventeen say learning management, English, Science, Engineering, Human Resources.

One boy said, "I want to learn magic and how to play the piano."

He is the teacher.

Flow state

monk holds sun over his head

man walks with yellow balloon

amputee one leg crutch dark eyes

window taxi goes up

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in between sunrise and sunset

exploring close radius

"Let me try" says a young boy edging a spoon onto 

egg circumfragrences

flowers 4 sale everywhere -

yellow edges, roses, impossible to identify 

everyone buys bouquets for homes

color dances down the street

i feel alive here