Vegas through my iphone

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I was in Vegas this week and here are some pictures of the city through my iphone.

Vegas has a vibrant energy of its own and weaves its dreams for anyone who visits. I loved the kitsch, the neon, the details in the architecture, the amazing sense of service across the city and the amazing shows by Cirque de Soliel. Each hotel is themed and inspired by elements of that theme. Venice, New York, Paris and a host of themes are reflected in the best hotels in Vegas. Each hotel is a self sufficient Eco system in itself with its casinos, shopping malls, pools, world class restaurants and facilities.

I was there for just 3 days and here are some pictures from the trip.

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Instillation in dubai mall

There’s a beautiful installation in Dubai mall. It’s a waterfall that cascades down 4 levels . Over the waterfall are floating statues of a diver.

As you stand and watch and see the water move below, you can feel the sensation of the dive and the exhilaration of the diver. The sound of falling water of course is magic to the soul!

I can stand and stare at the moment captured by this fascinating sculpture for ages.
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The romance of rain!!

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It’s raining as I am driving home. Drizzling really. There’s something amazing about cloudy skies and drizzle that’s feels so romantic. Everything suddenly seems to slow down and take on a poetic dimension.

In a land where the rains are sparse, every drop is celebrated. The trees look cleaner, the roads reflect the world and everyone wears a smile. The radio stations immediately switch to tracks that accentuate the mood further. As I flip channels, I realise that everyone has slowed down the tempo- or is it in my mind?

World over people swear by the romance of the poetic smell that the earth emits on being kissed by the first rain. Only recently did I learn there’s a word that describes the phenomenon- Petrichor.

I read up a little more about the word: “Petrichor (pron.: /ˈpɛtrɨkər/ or /ˈpɛtrɨkɔər/) is the scent of rain on dry earth. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning stone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology. It is defined as “the distinctive scent which accompanies the first rain after a long warm dry spell”

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A gentle poem titled Petrichor, I found online:

Petrichor

The week brings with it chaos
As its once golden skies
Blend together into grayness
Forming clouds that fill my eyes

But, Wednesday comes in soft
Bringing its tender arms to enclose
And the muted heather waits
For the tallness of the day to move in close

In between the seven I find it
The cure for the storm overhead
Sanctuary from the darkness
That lingers long while in my bed

I long for the day to roll in
For the rush of green mixed with blue
As they fall upon the windows of ebony
Somehow understanding their hue

Like the scent of the earth soaked with water
Its invisible mist rises from within
I breath in deep, and linger on its purifying scent
And wait for the next week to begin

Shawna Burke

Jonathan Livingston Pigeon

There’s a flock of pigeons that I notice everyday on my drive to work.

I see them move together and fly with passion. They hover and maneuver through the air for no rhyme or reason, circling endlessly as a flock. Then they settle down on the roof of a hospital building and suddenly break out into their flamboyant flight of fancy.

They aren’t going anywhere or have a destination or a reason to do what they do. There’s no predator hunting them or a nest they are flying to, they have this artful flutter and a looping pattern and return to sit and soak in the accolades and admiring eyes.

There’s so much to learn from their passion and joy in taking a flight of fancy for no rhyme or reason.

Richard Bach would have been proud.

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