Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Saturday, November 01, 2025

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Beers & Books (432) – Book of Absences

Buch der Abwesenheiten
& Die schönen Wege
*
Llibre d'absències
& Els bells camins

Miquel Martí i Pol
(19 March 1929 – 11 November 2003)

Friday, October 17, 2025

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Laughing Lhursday* – "Reading sucks!"**

"Books?
No, thanks!
 
Just no books!

* [For first time visitors]: 
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that 
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
 

** I know a little boy who after all has started to love reading! ;-) 

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Beers&Books (430) – Jaume Cabré: Jo confesso

Das Schweigen des Sammlers = The Collector's Silence*
*
Jo confesso (2011)
*
Confessions
 

 Jaume Cabré * 30 April 1947

*Apparently, the original title was not considered conducive to sales.

Monday, October 06, 2025

Sunday, October 05, 2025

Happy 114th, Flanny!

It's all a matter of Omnium, eh? ;-)
*
[...] people who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles [...] 
get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle
as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them 
and you would be surprised at the number of people [...]
who are nearly half people and half bicycles...
(from "The Third Policeman")


Flann O'Brien *5 October 1911

Before anyone erroneously claims he is dead: Those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died 1 April 1966: Flann fooled you all.

Monday, September 29, 2025

Saturday, September 27, 2025

Using the wind

Ideal day for drying laundry

   
here and ...

there.
Up the wind! ;-)

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Her Voice His Eyes

On the other side I had seen a little girl,
her right hand holding a man's left,
leading him towards the night,
her voice being his eyes.
The sun is red, she said, and soon
she will dive into the glistening sea.

Having eyes only for the man at her side
she had not taken notice of me,
and still I felt like an intruder.
Suddenly I sensed myself walking away,
and only the sun could see
my eyes burning with sorrow and joy.

Could you see through walls,
there's a girl holding a man's hand
her voice being his eyes.
© 2009 Sean Jeating

Sunday, September 21, 2025

Friday, September 19, 2025

Friday is Skyday

Mostly a cloudy week it was, filling the rain barrels.