the graffiti in Amsterdam enthralled me.
for the first time,
i saw artwork.
i saw colors,
design,
and heart cries.
young people,
who may never be a Rembrandt,
left marks of their bondage
in the city where people
used to find freedom.
today, they will be featured
in my gallery.
the irony of this thought?
this was right beneath.
pretty sure hundreds of years ago
the artists, residents and architects
who made the city great
were dreaming of a different legacy.
I was thinking of your recent trip and experience with legalized drug use, and how ironic it all fell in place for you. Great post. Thought provoking.
Yes, it made it this time! That was one of the hardest things about switching to WordPress, it isn’t as compatible with Blogger.
That was interesting to hear that input about the Dutch people you know, I wondered if many felt that way. It seems, though, somehow the minority end up ruling. Pretty sure not all the Dutch people use drugs, but it really flavors your time there whether you want it to or not. Our county just made marijuana legal for recreational use, I wonder what my “neighborhood” will end up like?
It is ironic. I know a few dutch folk, friends and who have married into our family. They have such a love of Holland but are always devastated by the state of the place when they travel home. Mindy, I sometimes loose the comment at your blog for some reason so I hope this one goes all right.