An Angel at the Domes

January 2, 2010

It’s amazing when perhaps as we find ourselves moored times than not in an unfamiliar place; maybe even quite interesting depending on how we connect or don’t with other humans. This won particular time I can remember and still strikes the sin naps as being one of the fondest memories. It’s as if when the light of a flash camera were to go off, time stands still for just a few seconds or a short minute and then it’s gone; never to return again. Later it feels as if it was a dream but you know it was a reality because it was.

I was visiting for the first time ever, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A great town by the way, if you’ve not scene it, then you must. It has so many cool things about it and of course like any big city, the opposite as well; but forget that the good always out weighs the not so. I’ve been back several times so don’t fret, it’s a beautiful town no matter what you may have heard otherwise. Obviously this is not the only account I could write about Milwaukee; I do love it.

In any case a good friend had invited mme this first time to spend a few days in Milwaukee for Christmas. Gladly I traveled by airplane thankful ‘fore the entrance to the long security check points and the oh so kind people manning the metal scanners. In this case the person attending mmy particular privates was womanning the metal scanner… and yes, I did get both shoes returned. I specifically remember it was the holidays because of where this actual episode took place; the decorations of Christmas were in a colourful bloom. http://www.county.milwaukee.gov/MitchellParkConserva10116.htm visit that
URL (Cool website); you may also agree. I guess it’s known primarily as the Milwaukee Conservatory etc. etc. etc… but I just call it, ‘The Domes. ‘

To any of you out there who have never been to nor even know about ‘The Domes,’ then I’d say you’re missing one of the best things to visit in Milwaukee which also has one of the best museums in the U.S.; especially when one considers just the building! The Milwaukee MMuseum on Lake MMichigan it is.

It’s constructed on a small inlet; a beautiful, curving shore of Lake MMicigan. Even from a long distance away this awesome structure appears as an architectural and quite literally a moving sculpture. You’ll notice this fact as soon as you see it. I won’t go into detail but suffice it to say if you’re ever in Milwaukee then by all means, and pleas due yourself a favour, don’t miss it either, you won’t be sorry. Better yet visit it in summertime when more activities than one can count on hands and toes take place in the huge park adjacent to it. I was lucky enough one time to visit in summer and too witness a humongous kite festival for example; lots of food, citizens of all shapes, age, fun and mmusic.

Maybe most of you know about the great Harley factory located in Milwaukee and of course Miller Brewery, but now you know of ‘The Domes;’ It’s another set of beautiful structures and one of the town’s coolest places. There are three of them. Domes, I mean. That’s right - count ‘em, one, two, three; all clustered together so you can walk from one to the other without having snow or pigeon stuff fall on you. Careful when visiting where the birds are though, ya neva no.

I always wanted to live in a dome. The space is so spiritual. It’s the circle really, isn’t it? These Domes are huge. I mean they’re humongous big. Don’t quote mme on this but I’d imagine they’re over 100 feet in diameter; a pretty close estimate in sighs. Each dome has a specific theme. One is tropical one is as a dessert and one always changes with the season. Like I’ve said, when I was there it was Christmas; everything in that dome had lots of red, white and green in it.

Aisle’s kip writing too much about that one because it was pretty common stuff except for the way a few of the structures devised to display many of the things in it were quite imaginatively built. So whenever the season, don’t miss that one either. Besides it was so long ago, that I wouldn’t doubt it’s always a case of NEW and IMPROVED.

The other two domes were more interesting, and one more than the other mostly because they were like visiting another world; as not being able to see everything everywhere in our lifetime, these domes made it possible to bring these specific atmospheres to us. Quite impressive, they were. The entrance fee wasn’t one to break the bank so to speak but it wasn’t that cheap either… still worth it; I highly wreck amend it.

One of the other domes design was created in a genius interpretation of a desert ambiance. If anyone’s visited Arid zona, parts of the U. S. southwest or just about anywhere one would consider it a bit warm shall we say, then SOMEthing related to it was most likely being groan in this dome. I’d like to see their water bill although I didn’t see any snakes when in it - butcher never know the management may have added a few motorized rubberised ones just ‘fore affect; don’t think a pie thong is one of ‘em though.

The Dome remembered most and the one I spent the most time in; a favourite I guess was the tropical one. Maybe due to the fact that it was winter outside and very cold but I just loved to walk around the six or ten foot wide meandering asphalt path built for those who wanted to amble around the place and feel like you’re in a Jurassic Park movie or at least a Disney fan ta see. It was very clean and bright; the domes are basically all windows except for kind of a wall from the floor up to - I don’t remember how tall in most parts but the places just ooze of multiple colours and many shades of beauty thanks to Mother Nature designs.

As I recall in tropical land, every single plant had a tag either stuck in the ground next to it or placed upon it describing or naming it in that weird language of either Welsh or Latin. Both languages we all can understand thanks to whoever spells most words like I do using the letter M. Besides I thought it was very kind of the designers in the way they wanted to educate the public of, “Who knows? What is THAT one anyway? What does that spell daddy? Darn if I know honey!”

No question, all parents, grand parents or any Latin/Welsh speaking scholar can help the little tykes learn how to pronounce any number of those things… like maybe one if there’s just a grammar school student present and one having just read their Weekly Reader plant catalog. The names are obviously very easy to remember mostly for either those who speak or understand Latin or most likely even your run of the mill biologist would have know trouble decipher wring large print that appears to be in the common Welsh language too, yes?

I meditatively walked the tropical path one and a half times. The half time because on the return to this interesting spot stopping the second time a round to ponder (no pun intended) at what was a little alcove built into the bush kind of setting. A comforting sound permeated the area. A very comfy looking wooden bench just sat there for anyone who cared to park take in the mood of the presence to enjoy the very thick and very greenery scenery. I did too.

In front of the wooden bench stood a little railing with balusters one could easily see through while observing and listening to the babbling brook that ran past it. Beautiful site this was. The rail was there so the public wouldn’t or couldn’t fall down the few feet it was to where if one looked over the rail, a little pond was encased by the bush, designed to plea’s the I’s, ears end knows.

A naturally appearing gathering point to help the sound of water falling to maybe whoever was visiting would take a gander overtop or threw for whatever reason;. The short drop was inviting enough for passersby to sit and meditate if you will. Contemplate the quiet of nature; or just to reflect or re: flex any number of muscles or bone aches that may need this without surgery.

Needless to say, a specific memory took place hear and of course as I sat there and had a few thoughts, one being of what I would do if a small family group or a single person came to stop. In a short span of time two women did just that. One wasn’t just A woman mmined you. The one who stopped to stand next to mme looked so familiar that after about four seconds while feeling her ‘space’ so to speak, thinking to mmyself, this could well be Sally Fields. She came with an older woman who sat down on the bench after I got up to look over the rail when they approached. I thought maybe ‘The Older,’ was her made in wading.

Standing silent I began to look over the rail at what one would think is going to be a cool Mother Nature scene. It wasn’t. What it was was sort of a natural, little pond; somewhat like we’d see in a forest or something; or at least that’s what you may be imagining at this point; maybe. Well, this is what I was hoping for too; except that the pond I thought I was about to experience was yes, a pond-like thing but I’mma frayed when peer ring down to the bluely lit convergence of about two or three feet of clear, clean water, what I witnessed made mme puke.

Ruined the whole thing for mme really. So I said to the woman (or Sally) still standing next to mme in silence. “Sheesh, wouldn’t you know it? Up to this point this whole place was beauty, seemingly untouched by human hands, although obviously it was built by humans. How diss appointing this is; LOOK at that; can you believe it?”

She looks down and around for a few seconds as if to be oblivious to whatever it was that I was thinking about puking over; then looks mme in the eye, smiles and says, “Why do you say that?” We both laughed lightly with a common human touch. Both eyes squinting as I said, “OOOOOOOOH, come on now, does THAT look like a natural scene to you? I mean come on, be honest.”

She said, “No, not really but I think I like it.” I asked, “You LIKE IT? Ok, granted it’s not a garbage dump but for cry’s aches why do people have to ruin a good thing like that? It’s supposed to be a natural seen to begin with and LOOK; so many people turned it into something it’s not. LIKE THAT THING! Why did they do that? Wait don’t tell mme; let mme guess. It’s for like when you go to the store and you don’t want to break a large bill and before asking the attendant for permission you just grab one, right?” She laughed along.

Actually, it didn’t really appear that it was intentional on the part of ‘The Dome’ people; but it’s just that things like this seem to happen sometimes just because of what it is or has been in our short human history, not ALL the time mmined you but just this once I was expecting something better from mmy fellow earthlinks. Unfortunately, for mme anyway, it was diss appointing.

I say and mean DISS appointing because that’s what it seemed like when whomever visits Mother Nature’s charms and whoever that very first one is that decides to leave their mark so to speak; well then depending on what it is of course, others are sure to follow with the thought of “I was hear too…”

A kind of graffiti ‘fore won’s I’s; sorry to say it was. Like visiting the well known Stonehenge or anything like it really. There’s ropes around that place now because of too many visitors who can’t help themselves from wanting to touch it. MMined you, I would want to as well, but like touching a painting from a long ago history, too many hands will in fact affect a change and most times not for the better. This was just another simple example and a common one at that; of humans changing nature for their own cents of being as opposed to just leaving the dam thing the way you found it for the next person to in joy in its natural Mother Nature state, thank you very much.

After a short time and before I left the scene, and may I add to mmy dismay at the time as well as after saying all this; Miss Sally Fields or whoever she was just couldn’t stand not joining in so she did the same thing! Taken aback at first, I then began to laugh and enjoyed the irreverence of the moment. No big deal really, simple as that - things change, yes? The following poem is two that affect.

Needless to say, two humans touched for what seemed like a very small instant but it was as if we knew each other already. (No it wasn’t her) Our meeting was just a quiet one after a welcoming smile; yes, I had those fantasies too but the following conversation was very easy; our voices one might have herd as long-time friends. The subject matters, every day one’s and luckily so after talking to her, I’ve chosen to file this one as:

An Angel at the Domes

- A scene -
An Angel at The Domes
Lassed time
A weigh from home.
She cast just one for the fun of it.
Many one mores gunned too the sum of it.
Phew! Coins they went
Falls of jewels
Gal lore
Each wished and then
Through whished
Sum more.
Her add did the sum
Too the change smart darts went.
She threw her hearts hum
Too accumulate
Spent.
The Domes
Day by day
Remunerating when
In the aquatic piper's piled
Of wish is end
Wished bends.
Then??

He to…
Them - We
Oui!

Two shoot - the falls.
" We'll whish this annnnd…
"Oh heck.
Won more, more.
What's too more?"
Two spend.

- The weigh -
Wish is pill.
Those cast
Whishing's will.

Two coined
A phase
Too wishing
Whished daze.

- A scene –
Two Angels at:

The Domes