by beachraven | Nov 9, 2019
Tiergarten, Biergarten, Berlin, Germany It’s a Sunday afternoon in the beer garden with people laughing and munching wurst, drinking beer and sparkling wine, and teen-girls whispering giggles. I don’t understand the language which gives my mind a break; the pond...
by beachraven | Nov 2, 2019
Zumevhere, Germany I sat in the Paris Bakery, sipping an Americano, eating spinach quiche, and trying to read. Two older men were chatting so loud they might as well have been at my table. The first one went on for some time about his wife and how she’s making him...
by beachraven | Oct 26, 2019
Big Sur, California I’m fascinated by the creative process. There’s nothing, and then there’s something; ideas and feelings clash together, and something new emerges. So how does this happen? Is it the sub-conscious melding ideas together or the opening up to...
by beachraven | Oct 19, 2019
Kindergarden, Berlin, Germany When I was five years old, one of my older brothers taught me how to ride a bike on a beat-up old hand-me-down. About the third time out, I was rolling down the sidewalk with my brother jogging next to me, holding onto the back of the...
by beachraven | Oct 11, 2019
König Galerie, Berlin, Germany I never know how I’m going to feel. I go to the river expecting a good time, smell fresh cashews cooking; they remind me of an old friend long gone, and suddenly I’m not at the river. I’m in my head at the pool-hall, playing pinball with...
